It was just a matter of time before the lion ate the tiger or the tiger bit off the head of the lion with little sense of guilt or hesitation for the ...iceties of diplomatic accord.I had to smile thinking of the German representative sitting down across the table from the Soviet representative and actually smiling like they were two ordinary human beings and not monsters gleefully dividing up the imagined spoils of war like rogue bandits totally out of control in a frightened world.I huddled in. Around her neck was her prized possession: a pet collar with a metal tag engraved with her name, just like Holly's. Every moment it was on her, she remembered that she was her beloved master's cherished pet."Master, the meat might burn if I lose focus!" Holly laughed, tickled by Isaac's fingertips running across her belly and inner thighs."Maybe we could just forget about spaghetti and meat sauce and eat YOU for dinner. I could spend the whole night eating you." I don't know if you're talking. Tracing down the crease where her legs met her body from hips downward with a single fingernail almost brought her to tears. The bed shifted as he sat within her splayed legs, petting and caressing ever getting closer to the center of her. Like everything else ... this was never a hurried game. That would spoil the fun, the anticipation and building up. Her body responded strongly to his touch as well. At times her hips would lift from the mattress, straining to try to find more to press. Then she elegantly danced as her hands moved from her breast to her skirt. Swaying her round ass as her hands guided her skirt down slowly. First her plum ass came into view, then her long legs. By seeing her legs, I knew that she is working out. Carefully she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside. Then her hands moved around her body, cupping her breast, squeezing them in between. Turning around and bending down so that ass was in display for the imaginary audience.Dancing her way.