I smoothed my hand over her perfect bottom. Then I slip a single finger into her slit, knowing she was soaked and throbbing. The gasp was so lovely, I...pleasured her for a moment, now gliding two fingers in and out of her sweet pussy. I removed my fingers and slipped them in my mouth. Sherry was as sweet as I'd hoped! I slid my fingers back in for a second suck."You taste so lovely little one." Now I slip my fingers into her pussy, to wet them and then find her tight rose bud. She whimpered. I. That evening, as well as the usual bread there were a few dried plums and the cup was half wine half water. She tried to steel herself not to take it, but her hunger and her weak will got the better of her. The plums were delicious. The wine... she savoured every last drop, remembering other times when they had drunk lovely wine and laughed in the sunshine. Sweet, memories like flowing water. Uh... That was it. No more left in the wooden cup. It clattered to the floor.Her time was spent half. Lots of it. The chastity-lockedvictim went down onto his knees, his dress spread out around him.Because he was perspiring, the smell of his various perfumed scents hadincreased. He looked up at Sula and began tearfully to say somethingagain but once more Jarrod silenced him."Not like that, birdbrain. Go way down. And kiss her shoes."She wore simple slip-ons. He touched the top of one with his nose andinhaled the distinctive odor of leather, accompanied by the tang of sweatand the sourness. Though I was sadly sober owing to my disposition, their love of life was infectious and intoxicated me in a whole different way. My body ached with lust, even more so now that Jessie's little accident had added to my excitement. I could easily be forgiven for thinking this was part of the elongated dream I still wasn't sure had finished yet. Grudgingly I returned to my magazine, for what it was worth, as the girls pretended they were in a jacuzzi, arms churning the water.Their glasses emptied.