..”Blinded by the light, she stumbled over a rock on the narrow path and almost fell.A new voice from the other end of the path said in a deep stron... tone. “Is this cowardly bird creature threatening you, Miss?”She looked up. There was a human man dressed in black, his calf-high boots were dust-covered.He had very short hair, a scar running from his right eye to his mouth. His eyes behind black lenses held there by a frame. He was accompanied by a completely shrouded human-shaped being. Behind. Sometimes she dances all night, which understandably can really get on someone's nerves...I tried to talk to the owner about her, but apparently she is a celebrity and because of that he treats her like she’s a queen, saying it will help promote our building.To me, however, she’s just another self-centered millennial without a care in the world.The only good thing about her is her ass, which I admit is one of the best I ever seen... So round and muscular, shaped by all those annoying dance. He lifted my hair away from my neck and kissed ever so lightly, and I felt a sudden rush of wetness between my legs. I felt my thighs tighten together, in anticipation and in a fear that was very erotic and stimulating.It felt like forever that he kissed and touched my skin, my neck, the back of my ears. Behind me his hands slid up and down my arms, down my legs and between my thighs, but DAMN IT he would not touch me. His fingernails flicked my clit ring and it sent shock waves thru my body.. Doing … ?" "We have to get your breasts swollen and firm for the correct size brasserie, dear" Jordan put her hand between Deborah's legs inserting two fingers in her wet cunt, thrusting them in and out. I could hear how sopping wet she was. Deborah moved her legs further apart giving better access. I was enjoying the show. "Arms above your head" Deborah did as instructed. Jordan being a good foot taller threaded the hands through the holes letting the flimsy garment fall on Deborah's head.