“Your body, heart and soul,” he replied lightly. A small choke of nervous laughter escaped her, which quickly turned to a moan as his warm mouth c...osed over a pouting nipple through the thin cloth of her shift. She felt fingers trail down over her belly to tangle in the damp soft curls between her thighs, and she squirmed on the bed. “You have to let me go,” she cried, trying to fight the exquisite sensations of his mouth and fingers on her bound body.” You – you can’t keep me here a prisoner. I felt his hips shake back and forth a little; the sensation of his cock moving side to side was explosive. “make love to me, please.” I whispered. We kissed deeply. He raised himself back up on his arms and brought his hips up a little. His hips came down against me! Again he raised himself higher this time. I shivered at the touch of his cock riding back out against the walls of my cunt. He thrust down a little faster than before for which I responded with a soft cooing sound. I could feel. I sat back like I had been hit with a board. “Did she really mean what she had just said? Did all these women think I was the best they had ever had? Jesus, what the hell is going on here?”“You don’t want me, do you?” Melody said in a wail, and she started to struggle up out of the arms.“Melody, that’s not it at all! My God, woman, you’re so beautiful it hurts! I’d have to be the stupidest man on the face of the earth not to want you. That’s not the problem.”“Then what IS the problem?” she. The chasuble, the outermost sacramental garment of priests and bishops, often quite decorated. His was emerald green with a large embroidered gold celtic cross the full front of the garment.As was the custom I entered quietly and stood by the door that led to the alter, waiting for his signal. He seemed not to notice me, concentrating on muttering a Latin prayer as he faced the mirror. He turned, picked up the silver symborium that contained the hosts and was d****d in embroidered cloth.He.