As I approached the counter I could hear a woman speaking. Her voice was one of those that just strokes the senses, causing the nerve endings to pick ...p as your mind can’t help but think of dark rooms and intimate encounters. Her back was to me, and all I could see was her red hair falling in soft curls down the centre of her back. Her beautiful ass, was rounded and slightly thrust out as she leaned over the counter and shifted her weight to her other leg, long and bare, and ending in a pair of. Samuels hands worked their way down her sides to her hips and as they rubbed their way down she felt herself lowering onto him. By the time his hands were on her hips he was inside her. He was bigger than she imagined. Her mind screamed “No” yet her body didn’t. Samuel massaged her hips and rocked her forward and back then up and down. In no time Terry was doing all the rocking herself. She craved more and pressed herself down onto him. He was big and she couldn’t seem to fit him all in yet. He wasn't gauging his effect on me, wasn't interrogating my reactions or demanding appreciation. He was looking only to verify that he was being watched. It was the watching that mattered, that gave him what he needed. And then a second realization washed over me: I wanted desperately to be the intimate observer who looked in on his life and verified it's edges, its hidden places, its little intimacies. I wanted to explore him, to dig into him, to know him in his most private moments. I looked. I'm Karen. And you're right. I do intend on making a donation, but I must be perfectly honest with you. I made sure everyone around here knew about the donation hoping it would help get me inside. Was that being overly devious?"Elisabeth laughed affectionately. "No not in the least. You must have heard how popular and worshiped the reverend is." Then her voice took on a more serious tone. "That popularity doesn't come without its problems, but let me tell you the peace and salvation you gain.