She squeezed my ass and slid a hand inside my panty. The touch of her fingers against my pussy made me shiver. She was in no way gentle about it as sh... started rubbing hard and moved from biting my nipple to biting my neck. I was moaning and breathing hard as I couldn’t help but love every moment of it. Her finger slid inside me and I suddenly felt my knees crumble. I had to grab hold of the door and the wall to prevent myself from falling down as I let out a gasp of air. She grabbed my throat. I am so sorry,” she whimpers amidst tears.“Just talk to me. Please talk to me. Whatever is wrong, you have to talk to me. Even if you tell me you just don’t love me anymore, just tell me, please,” I beg, lifting her face to look me in the eyes.“Don’t love you? Of course, I love you,” she says before collapsing on my shoulder crying.I stroke her hair and hold her, not knowing what else to do.Her crying slows and she lifts her head to face me again.“Please tell me,” I beg again.“I don’t know. Here we are. There was a Member of Parliament just after the Civil War, called Praise-God Barebone, and he named his son 'If-Christ-had-not-died-for-thee-thou-hadst-been-damned'. He became an MP as well, but was known as Nicholas! She wasn't sure if he was related to 'Fight-the-good-fight-of-faith' or 'Job-raked-out-of-the-ashes'." You're joking! Did she make these up?" No, she showed us one of her sources - some Victorian wrote a book, which got her interested in the whole thing. She spends a. Boldly, she laid her head upon his knee and closed her eyes, her heart slowing a bit for the first time that day. Realizing how her Master's touch can both excite her and calm her, cause fear and cause joy, Michelle smiled softly to herself and rubbed her cheek over the rough cloth of the pant leg. Suddenly her eyes flashed open as he slid back the chair and she pushed deeper into her corner under the desk. She heard the muffled sound of his voice as he spoke with someone and then the closing….