“Want to watch something?” I asked. “As long as it's not tennis,” he said. “Although I do love a woman in a tennis skirt.” “Or in any sk...rt,” I said. “I love you in that skirt,” he said. “Thanks,” I said. “I'll let you keep it on,” he said, reaching for my panties. “No David,” I said. “It's inevitable,” he said. “Eliot and Sara could come in anytime,” I pointed out. “They won't,” he said as his fingers touched me between the legs. “Not now,” I insisted. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of. The highers, that's what we called the elders or leaders of the order, were constantly using religion and God to get what they wanted. Now imagine this for a minute, we literally married our own cousins and stuff, and the husbands beat us and tear us down verbally and physically all the time, would you think that it was normal? Well, to me, it was normal, even though that kind of stuff really isn't normal if that makes sense. The problem was that I waited so long that I almost got killed. The bathroom was big, as Master Bedrooms bathrooms usually were. There was a big circular Jacuzzi in the centre, ringed by little candles whose light was distorted by hot steaming water. The Jacuzzi was filled to the brim with it, clear enough so that you could see to the bottom, littered with rosepetals. Rosepetals, I uttered, Seriously? What, dont you like them? I looked up at him, a smile coming naturally to my lips. In quite a cheesy way, I through my arms around him and kissed him full on. Banks, had talked to me about what she had wanted him to discuss. I told her yes. Then she got up and moved over to the couch. She patted the spot next to her. Are you interested in helping us out? I had been thinking about it and had decided. I looked at Mr. Banks and he nodded yes. I got up and went and sat on the couch next her. As soon as I sat next to her, her hand went gently to my crouch and rested there. From when you first came to work at the company, I have had fond feelings about.