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So strong had been her dwelling place, however, her nest that had set in rock this morning, that the Winged Sentinel pulled at her and beckoned her to come back. Sighing, she felt voyeur its wistful tug in the way a traveler remembers a goodbye kiss, but the light of the world was fading, still and all, and she had to complete her journey. "Here it is!” the young botanist proclaimed. Here in the slanting adumbration she spied what she had come to find. Peeking out from behind a tuft of the terrible Tribulus terrestris, the noxious Goathead, and undistinguished but to the experienced eye, sprang the ethereal shoots of the lavender crowned Calypso orchid. They were so light-green fresh and new, so small, fragile and winsome she wondered if they must have grown in the land of Adam. In this seep, as the lily among the thorns, sprouting in this moist crack was proof that purity could stand alone among the slithering dangers in the land of Cholla and Prickly Pear…. “Of which vertu engendred is the flour” as her frail ol’ Granny Smith used to say. The girl smiled at the dear memory. "With some April showers… I miss you Granny... look down on me." She asked as she paused in a contemplation that took no more time than a missed step. "Zip. Pow! Done!" japanese she bellowed, jabbing her fist upward in a power salute. “I’ll be home tomorrow!” She snapped her notebook closed and plunked it into the backpack. fetish "Hallelujah!" The echo from the Big Rock was the last spoken word the girl would hear until the next day when the Professor would travel up Route 666 from Gallup. Unlike the boisterous warmth of breezy midmorning, the stasis of night would demand utter quiet of her. She knew that. Of course, in the beginning had been the Word, and from her a whole chatterbox full, but in the inner ring of darkness she would become too cold to speak. The two, she and he, could finish the night in silence, though. They had done it before. They were a team, after all, and tonight he would be Captain, and control her with a wink and a nod. Moki, always impatient, knew how to push her along. Like a Centurion prodding a captive his incessant bumping kept goosing his little slave onward. Down in the arroyo, after they had crossed over a dry stream marked Cocytus on the grid map, he halted the girl and allowed her one look back at her loving, fading purple Ship Rock. Her asian work was done, and he must have known Susan would not pass this way again. Did he know that the pride of her heart had deceived her, she who had dwelt in the clefts of the rock, whose habituation had been high; that she had said in her heart, "Who shall bring me down to the ground?" Did she even know it herself? Up and out of the gloomy well he nuzzled upskirt her, and then he pulled on the backpack once, twice, three times. As on command his chattel revealed her collar, a simple device of restraint, which she presented to him as reverently as a chalice, as a grail. She raised it to her neck, and snapped it into place. It had no adornment except a "D" ring on a strap which hung down her breastplate, but it held in it the universal meaning of submission. He owned her. Moki never wore a collar of course, but in sex she must. It felt as if he should have stayed fat. Oh god. As soon fetish as it started to swell, she sat up, and got undressed. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each hand as the Skaven above her plunged its member into her mouth, she felt two sets of clawed hands grab at her breasts, roughly squeezing and scratching asian at her tits and nipples, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks. "You know" said Nicholas, "you are just as beautiful as I ever dreamed..." Everyone will know how you like to take it in the ass. My world had just shattered. “Who placed first, Tracy?” Her cock tented her plaid skirt. “Damn, look at that little rump-raider run,” laughed José as Chris, dressed once voyeur again and his face scarlet, barreled past everyone to burst out of the locker room. Her eyes widened with fear as she flashbacked to the deer from this morning and felt Mickey’s hard prick grind against her several times before easily sliding into her slick hole. When we got home, my mom was trying to figure out if I needed anything from her. You get close several times but stop her just short of getting you off. And all your military are tech controlled you are easy to take down, so you better figure out you are all human japanese beings not just us or them. I hated how Mr. Salvador always had something to say to me, that he couldn’t ever just let me win. Then I focused on her. My Boy Dildo “Ughh.” I panted, over and over as the head of her rock hard cock deflected my diaphragm. Mom said. I stepped closer to her, reached under her skirt and began to rub her pussy as she pumped my cock. Then, as she is coming down from the orgasm, Umbridge finishes the last five strokes, nearly catching Hermione off guard, but she does not miss her counts, even as the last waves of her reluctant orgasm course through her body. As the energy built, the sensation in my cock was almost surreal upskirt it was so intense. “Over Daddy's lap” She lay over his lap.