" She sighed. "It looks like you're going to need a lotof extra attention for that." The sensitive skin on the inside of his thighstingled at the touc... of her confident, yet feather-soft fingers.Finally, inevitably, she slathered her right hand with cream, wrapped itaround his throbbing 8.5-inch length, and began pumping away."Wh-whoa! I'm ... I ... that actually ... gets me excited! C-can't relax ...with your hand ... there ...!"Priscilla nodded soberly. "Yes, so it seems I'll have to take. I pulled back in a minute or so and looked at her crossly.“Kristen, we can’t do that. There will be all kind of trouble if someone sees us doing that.”“I know, my Master. I promised I wouldn’t, but sometimes... !” here she ran out of words, but not tears.“I understand Kristen. Perhaps I was wrong to bring you here. I know this is difficult for you, but believe me in the long run it will be very beneficial. Please trust me on this, Kristen, and just do your best.”“Yes, my Master. I will try,”. It was a scarf and a book. She had told me a few days earlier that she loved scarfs and she also mentioned that she wanted to read a particular book that was hard to find but I had ordered it a few days earlier as well. She hugged me and I felt something stir inside me as she did so. Then she got something from underneath the bed and handed it to me. I was surprised because I didn’t see her buy anything that could have been for me and I had been with her most of the time. My guess was that she. "I mean mysteries. Thestuff of.....of legends, and myth, and things like that." Superstition, you mean." Why superstition? People on Earth once believed it was bad spirits thatmade you die if you ate certain foods. Or trespassed on certain lands.Science came later to prove it was poisons in certain cellularstructures, or toxins in meat. But suppose....what if there were spiritsthat caused the poisons to come into being in the first place?" You are taking this whole business way too seriously,".