But her father was able to persuade them not to mangle her with the usual precautions: no silver nail in the skull, no paving stone forced into her mo...th, no leather thongs tying her hands together, and no severing her feet or head and driving a wooden stake through her chest or stomach. Ruza was the only body in the shunned cemetery not to have these rituals performed on her. As always, she was special.***Years passed. The city built a new bridge, and many villages became one. Ruza's parents. Not wearing underwear helped. I buried my face in her glorious wetness, tongue diving as deep as I could into her, then pulling back and lapping at her clit. Her smell still excited me as it had on our first time. Above me her quiet moans turned into a stifled howl as her orgasm built. I sucked her clit and ran the flat of my tongue hard across it, then pulled back so it popped out. She wailed and grunted, then when she got close her hands grabbed the back of my head, as she always did, and. She would catch me staring at her ass and smile. Sometimes I think she would bend over on purpose just to let me see her thongs. Driving her home sometimes where hard too since we would sit in the car in front of her house and talk knowing what each other wanted. Then one day just like any normal work day she asked if I could drive her home and I said sure. After a long hard day at work we got in my car and I drove her home, she gave no hints at what she was planning. When it was time to leave. She was practically glowing with subservience, loving every minute of it, as did he. It took them a long time to finish eating, which didn’t surprise either of them. He then untied her rope and said quietly, ?Clean up the kitchen, pet.? Happy to be able to do something useful for him, she got right to work as he showered. It took her a while since she was unfamiliar with the kitchen, but she soon had everything in order. He returned to the kitchen, still wearing the robe, his hair damp from the.