The sounds of footsteps and toil ring unfamiliar against the usual quiet as the fragrant wisps of jasmine and rose petal tea shaved sensuously entice her awake.� She starts to rise but her body relents. It’s endeavour is done and she skinny is spent. The weeks worth of toil now make their plea but she refuses to surrender to it. She fights the fatigue and attempts to rise once more but the patchwork bedding gives pov her no purchase and she slips back to the bunk with Hardcore an ungraceful thunk. � He hears the rustle of cloth and crosses the room with unsteady but determined steps.� A wooden platter, with a variety of food and drink carefully arranged upon it, teeters on his palm. It shakes tenuously with every uneasy foot fall, but it never leaves his hand. � She sees him up and energetic and smiles. Her arms push on the sleep-shod bedding and she struggles to her elbows' prop as he approaches, refusing to give in to the heaviness that grips her.� The blanket falls from her breast, with no hint of embarrassment. She has, after all, been bare in his presence since the day they arrived. As he's been to hers from that same fateful moment out of time where they met. � He places the tray on the chair and takes a seat on the bed next to her.� He sidles to the headboard, positioning himself behind her and affectionately helps her sit up. She braces her back to his chest and relishes in his warmth. They flow together just like the way he gathers it should. He doesn’t know why he feels this. It’s just a comfortable, fluid endeavour, like water flowing over polished rock in a smooth rolling stream. They stay together this way, for a spell, enjoying a meal made from both of their harvests. With every bite he gives her, she smiles. With every sip of tea, that he puts to her lips, she catches his eye and a quiet affinity travels between them. The shadows shorten, as the sun crests just across it's amateur apex, and start their stretch anew. A rabbit chews on grass just off the weathered treads of the porch. The wind is still. Her mind cleared somewhat, and with the increased lucidity shaved came the awful realization that THE STEP WAS Hardcore NOT THERE! The end of her tongue rolled into a wet, pink, point – not unlike the nipple it was approaching. He paused for a moment and gave not a hint but said rather these taste just like mint. Pussy juices soaked my fiery bush. “Kelly, I expect you to use the squeeze method to let Lori know when you need a break and verbalize when orgasm takes over…Lori, you are NOT to tell her when I’m cumming.” “And will you ever hypnotize anyone again?” Should I go on?" “Anything you want.” I released her wrists and held myself over her, staring into her beautiful eyes. As her legs went up they were spread wide and Harry and I got a great view of her shiny wet pussy. We dove in, and my hopes were amateur dashed for enough leftovers for another dinner. She opted to continue when James didn't pov object. The curtains were drawn. Her aim was to be rich enough to retire by the age of thirty-five, so she could settle down and have a family. My attention was drawn, when the dog bumped the coffee table, I looked down and noticed the tip of the dogs red penis poking of his fur. Josephine sits on the chair. There was much to do, packing luggage, making arrangements at the underground club, collecting their custom made and fitted outfits, readying Rosalyn's other skinny pets for the evening, and finally collecting her beautiful pink kitten and taking her to the main event.