moaning and grinding out an explosive climax. She climbed off the table and watched her mother finishing her own orgasm with Tara.
Gabrielle enjoyed lunch with her mother on the front porch. Tara took care of their dishes while the women rocked and looked out on the settlement. Gabrielle scanned the trees across the pasture… and her green eyes narrowed and focused on a woman exiting the woods. It was the same spot she and Eli used to go to when they were courting. “Mother, is that Lucy?”
Minerva turned her gray steely eyes to where Gabrielle indicated. “Oh. My, my, my. And who do you suppose will be emerging from the thicket next?”
The women continued to gaze at the woods. Lucy sidetracked to the tithes’ bathhouse, which was empty in the afternoon. Gabrielle and Minerva ignored her while they watched the woods. “Oh shit,” Gabrielle whispered.
“Who is it?” Minerva could see the form of a man who definitely was not Holden.
“Eddie McEnroe. Jason told me he’d just been promoted to a guard helper in the work camps. For god’s sakes. He’s her first cousin,” Gabrielle gasped.
“The Preacher needs to be told,” Minerva’s firm voice did not hide her disgust. “I don’t think we should be involved, Gabrielle. Holden is going to be devastated.”
“I think you’re right, mother. Do you think we should see if they do it tomorrow? It might be better to have the Preacher or an elder witness it. I’d hate to get in a screaming match with Lucy denying it. It would put Holden in a position of defending her or believing us.”
“She’s a McEnroe,” Minerva stated in acidic distaste. “She won’t change her stripes. We’ll see if we can pick out her pattern and set her up. Let’s go check Mara.” Minerva pushed herself up from the rocking chair and glanced at the trees again.
As the burning finally went away, it was replaced with an increasing itching sensation. By the time the women came into the house, Mara was struggling to rub against the confining sheet. “Loosen her restraints a little. The rubbing will pull the hair loose,” Minerva instructed.
“Eeese, eese, istress,” Mara cried.
“Stop pleading, Mara,” Gabrielle warned. The agony on the girl’s face had her pussy leaking again, and she thought about her tithe’s soft pink tongue, lapping her. Gabrielle loosened the thong a little, and the tithe began rustling under the sheet. “How much longer?”
“Until the follicles release, maybe another hour,” Minerva replied.
The women sat by the fireplace and made plans to catch Lucy. “What do you think Holden will do?”
“Punishment will be left to the elders and the Preacher, and Holden will be given a chance to dissolve their union,” Minerva predicted. “I think he’ll take it. I think he’s regretted their marriage since he made the mistake.”
“What then?” Gabrielle asked. Infidelity! Gabrielle could not remember ever hearing of a case between clan unions.
“For Lucy? Who knows? If Holden relinquishes her, the elders will probably send her to the work camps. Holden has her tithe to keep him pleasured for a while. I imagine it won’t be hard for him to find a new wife. He’s not bachelor material like Caleb, and I think that’s why he’s stuck it out as long as he has. He could have made a bigger scene out of what Lucy did to Linda.”
When they returned to Mara, she was sleeping. “Unwrap her slowly and let’s take a look,” Minerva said. Mara’s skin was bright pink, and the sheet had absorbed most of the exfoliate and loosened hair. “Perfect. Wash her with cool water and keep the lotion on her. Keep her restrained, because she’ll want to scratch when the peeling starts this afternoon, and she could scar. I’ll check on you tomorrow, but she should be ready when Eli gets back.”
“Thanks, mother. Did I tell you Eli’s training her to cart for me?”
“I had a feeling, when he let your pony go. I’ll check with Edna and see if she
Gabrielle enjoyed lunch with her mother on the front porch. Tara took care of their dishes while the women rocked and looked out on the settlement. Gabrielle scanned the trees across the pasture… and her green eyes narrowed and focused on a woman exiting the woods. It was the same spot she and Eli used to go to when they were courting. “Mother, is that Lucy?”
Minerva turned her gray steely eyes to where Gabrielle indicated. “Oh. My, my, my. And who do you suppose will be emerging from the thicket next?”
The women continued to gaze at the woods. Lucy sidetracked to the tithes’ bathhouse, which was empty in the afternoon. Gabrielle and Minerva ignored her while they watched the woods. “Oh shit,” Gabrielle whispered.
“Who is it?” Minerva could see the form of a man who definitely was not Holden.
“Eddie McEnroe. Jason told me he’d just been promoted to a guard helper in the work camps. For god’s sakes. He’s her first cousin,” Gabrielle gasped.
“The Preacher needs to be told,” Minerva’s firm voice did not hide her disgust. “I don’t think we should be involved, Gabrielle. Holden is going to be devastated.”
“I think you’re right, mother. Do you think we should see if they do it tomorrow? It might be better to have the Preacher or an elder witness it. I’d hate to get in a screaming match with Lucy denying it. It would put Holden in a position of defending her or believing us.”
“She’s a McEnroe,” Minerva stated in acidic distaste. “She won’t change her stripes. We’ll see if we can pick out her pattern and set her up. Let’s go check Mara.” Minerva pushed herself up from the rocking chair and glanced at the trees again.
As the burning finally went away, it was replaced with an increasing itching sensation. By the time the women came into the house, Mara was struggling to rub against the confining sheet. “Loosen her restraints a little. The rubbing will pull the hair loose,” Minerva instructed.
“Eeese, eese, istress,” Mara cried.
“Stop pleading, Mara,” Gabrielle warned. The agony on the girl’s face had her pussy leaking again, and she thought about her tithe’s soft pink tongue, lapping her. Gabrielle loosened the thong a little, and the tithe began rustling under the sheet. “How much longer?”
“Until the follicles release, maybe another hour,” Minerva replied.
The women sat by the fireplace and made plans to catch Lucy. “What do you think Holden will do?”
“Punishment will be left to the elders and the Preacher, and Holden will be given a chance to dissolve their union,” Minerva predicted. “I think he’ll take it. I think he’s regretted their marriage since he made the mistake.”
“What then?” Gabrielle asked. Infidelity! Gabrielle could not remember ever hearing of a case between clan unions.
“For Lucy? Who knows? If Holden relinquishes her, the elders will probably send her to the work camps. Holden has her tithe to keep him pleasured for a while. I imagine it won’t be hard for him to find a new wife. He’s not bachelor material like Caleb, and I think that’s why he’s stuck it out as long as he has. He could have made a bigger scene out of what Lucy did to Linda.”
When they returned to Mara, she was sleeping. “Unwrap her slowly and let’s take a look,” Minerva said. Mara’s skin was bright pink, and the sheet had absorbed most of the exfoliate and loosened hair. “Perfect. Wash her with cool water and keep the lotion on her. Keep her restrained, because she’ll want to scratch when the peeling starts this afternoon, and she could scar. I’ll check on you tomorrow, but she should be ready when Eli gets back.”
“Thanks, mother. Did I tell you Eli’s training her to cart for me?”
“I had a feeling, when he let your pony go. I’ll check with Edna and see if she
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