was dawning as she leaned against me sobbing. Grasping her mature ass was like feeling the girl in the tortured mature body. The cheeks were soft, excpt holding there was the youthful firmness of taught young globes inside. Holding her just above the creases over her thighs I immagined her as a girl entering marriage expecting excitement, fullfillment, love from the man chosen for her. And then impersonal impregnation, children, and life passing.

Now this youthful mounds quivered, even as Hanah sobbed out her misery.

I spread her legs outside my knees and puled Hanah closer leaning back on the chair. My hands roamed across her rump and my fingers again explored the deep crevice between her thighs: the outlet of her pelvis. My fingers gently stimulated Hanah's perineum; from the base of her spine: her annal orfice: to her vulva and between her lower lips to the nubbin of her clitoris.

As I played, her sobs slowly ceased to be replaced my soft measured breathing. As I continued Hanah relaxed and sunk into my lap. I could feel the moistness seeping from her vagina. I wet my fingers and tracing a path back to her annus, I wet the clenched orfice. Back to moisten my fingers again. Hanah squirmed and on the return to slide my wetted finger into her sphincter she started a rythmic undulation agaist my groin. I moved the tip of my finger working the first joint into her. ""OHHH OOOOWWWW Ahhhh" she pressed against my finger and wiggled until it went through into her up tomthe third joint. I teased her bowels by moving my finger and she pressed closer. She was uttering cooing sounds of pleasure as I slowly removed my finger to move it back down the path of her perineum into her vulva where my whole finger slid into her vagina. I crooked my finger until Hanaah started, shuddered and moved her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, As our tongues spared in the game of pleasure my thumb and forefinger found her erection: her clitoris stod out of it's tiny sheath. I fondled it. Hanah gasped for breath, Our tongues fought in our joined mouths.

"EEEEEEEYYYYAUUUUUUGHHHHHGHHHHHHH". Nanah gave a cry of abandoned pleasure and grasping me. she climaxed. Once, twice, three times she surged at me then relaxed, exhausted.

We lay on the chair, breathing in unison enjoying the feeling of oneness. Her naked boy was soked with perspiration.

Ten ; maybe fifteen; minutes and I rose lifting Hanah to her feet I led her to a corner of the room in the shadows. I opened a cabinet and brought out my gift to my new sex slave: a filmy, flowing neglige', pink trimmed with lace.

"Put this on my dear. Your penance is over. Put it on and then you must rest and we shall love again and again. You are free of the bastard and need never cry in lonliness again. There is a new life before you Hanah..........."