"What do you see in it?" I asked.She stared at it for a while then pointed. "It looks like a bird right there."I looked into the fire and then at her...."A goose."She looked at me like I was crazy. "A small bird."I rubbed her back and she jumped."I don't like to be touched," she said."You're cold," I said. "You have goose bumps. Stand closer to the fire."Heather moved nearer. I stepped behind her and started to rub her back despite her previous objection."The friction will make your back warm," I. With a flick of Mistress Amy's wrist the tenderness changed to a sting. She brought the crop between Jessica's legs hitting the exposed lips. The next one was on her right cheek, then her left. Two more on each cheek and Jessica's ass was a lovely shade of pink. Mistress Amy rubbed her hand over the pink marks feeling their heat. She rubbed over each cheek as she knelt down and smelled Jessica's arousal."You are loving this, aren't you whore? Your tasty pussy is so wet it's dripping down your. But I’m second generation k**, don’t have much connection to their birthplaces – well, except my name.”Then, just as Lydia and Snowy finally separated, Swan turned to Lydia. “Oh, my. Snowy told me you were beautiful and showed me some photos, but they don’t do you justice,” he said as he politely shook Lydia’s hand. He was smooth; there was no denial.“Well, thank you,” Lydia said and blushed a bit.“Anyway, guys, if you’d follow me to the casa…” I said, heading down to the apartment. I gave them. ”“Anya? That’s like a girl’s name,” Francesco said.“Parents. Who knows what they’re thinking,” Mouse replied.Francesco snickered. “Right. Ahab.”“Yeah, you look nothing like an Ahab,” Karl said with unhidden envy. “My mom couldn’t tell how I would turn out,” Mouse replied, without one sign that he was bothered by the other’s open hostility. “Then, we’re all in?” Francesco asked.“Yeah,” Karl said and rubbed the back of his neck with a grimace. “What’s the deal with Leon and that bitch by his.