Inside Hannah’s battle-weary mind there was little bewilderment or mixed emotions. She was in tune with her physical body, in wait and wanting. Her hunger was rich. Everything they’d done to her peeled away another layer of regret and hesitation. Every act separated her from the virtuous world she belonged to.
The telling shock for her was in the hunger that arose in her body as soon as her womanly home had been emptied of the fake phallus. The slender man with the longs legs lay down on his back, while his erection rose straight as an arrow from the thatch of pubic hair at its base. His eyes, his lechery, drew her in. She straddled him as she mounted his body and fell forward into his arms, while that live pulsing organ planted itself in the place that had known only one man until this
