" Ja, he has. Got fourth in Innsbruck. I'm Otto, this is Wilhelm." I'm Warren, this is Sophia." You stay with us, ja, see skiing with Austrians?" Yeah..." said Sophia, "It'll be fun. As long as you don't mind us cheering for Alan Zimmer." Sure," Otto said, "for silver or bronze!"Sophia and Warren stayed with the Austrian ski fanatics, and Sophia was right--they had a blast. One of the Austrians had brought some sort of grill, and, the next thing they knew, they each had a bratwurst in their. "OK, out you get girls", said Jay; the dim gloom hiding his features, but highlighting his height and outlining his slender, yet strong, frame. Jay is my life-mate; ours souls are linked on another plain. His wily-strength and verging-on gaunt features, rough with stubble, are reminiscent of an ancient gunslinger from the west. His kind nature and cunning vast intellect are a constant source of intrigue and pleasure for me.We stumbled out the backseat and the cool night air cut through us like. After our showers, me wrapped in a huge white towel, you in your gown (black!). The massage table is the chosen venue. I'm cocooned no more as you position me on my right-hand side, right leg straight and my left thigh up against my chest. This is a very good position for what is about to happen... a thorough pelvic examination!I tend to see Mistress as a complete entity. Of course, I know her body as well as I know my own, better probably and if I possessed the skill I could make a sketch of. " He stated as a mater of fact. "This is now MY pussy, I own it and your ass, you are my little slut bitch! Got it?" Yes sir, you own my pussy, it all yours." I reached back with my hands and spread my cheeks for him, my ass up in the air and my back arched.He began to slide his finger over my now wet pussy, teasing it. He spit onto my hole and then pushed his finger slowly into me. I couldn't help but groan with pleasure as his finger went deeper into my very willing and hungry ass. He would.