.drifting away...I am smooth, from dancing oils atop ancient volcanic minerals. My body is perfumed with hyacinthe, glistening with flakes of gold and...silver. Our baths are carved from solid gemstone. Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply.. They just kept going at each other. After what I thought was their second or third orgasm, Sissy rolled of Liz and they just laid there for while panting. Finally Liz said that this was the most intense orgasm she has ever had. Sissy, still breathing hard said the same. She said it worked. "What worked?" I asked. "The thing about doing to her what felt good to me." she said. "Well, that's the way it should work." I replied."Ok, are you ready to go again?" I asked. "God, I don't know." Sissy. I nodded to her and held out my cup for her to pour. While she did, I slowly ran my hand up her leg, savoring the smoothness of her legs."If you go any higher I am likely to spill some of this hot coffee," she said as she finished pouring. "I don't seem to be able to control myself around you and I would hate to hurt you." That's my job," I joked with her. "To control you and use you and torment you and pleasure you and just about anything else I can think of." I winked as I talked, trying to. Larry wanted to visit Thornton Dale, just outside Pickering, as he knew that another steam buff had a pair of working plough engines before the collapse. I saw the acquisition of some steam powered ploughs as essential to our long term success, and I asked Larry if he knew of any other similar engines if the ones at Pickering turned out to unavailable. He did, but the only other pair he was aware of were located in Dorset and that was an impossible trip currently. If the engines were in.