She pushed on her bowels, releasing the rubber dick from her ass and I wiped it off with a nearby towel. She rolled her legs over and smiled at me, ob...iously spent by her orgasm and completely at ease with her current circumstance. After a few moments she gathered herself and to my amazement regained her roll as authoritarian. Thats good for now. Get off of me. Yes, mistress. I sat up and smiled, not sure if she was still interested in giving me what I wanted. I guess you think youve earned. Shaking his head, Oliver said, “I’ve never heard of a Druid getting a gift from the Gods and Goddesses without a visitation. Of course, I’ve never heard of a gift that comes and goes, so I don’t know what to make of it.”Rather than answer, Oscar walked beside the Grand Druid to the car. He didn’t really want to talk about the matter. There were other issues that required discussion. He asked, “So what did you think of the Mullah’s suggestion?”“I wasn’t happy about it, but we’re going to do it,”. ” “That’s good, that’s cool. Well, I won’t bother you. Enjoy the pie.” She glanced down at his notebook then walked away and returned to the ketchup bottles she was refilling. Occasionally she looked at Walter writing intensely, curious about what he was writing. What a strange man she thought and felt her fascination growing, then she wondered about his operation. What was that about? To Emily, he looked so healthy, his twinkly blue eyes, his ruddy complexion, his mostly dark hair turning. I looked up when they returned and I noticed her face was flushed and she looked a bit disheveled but she was smiling and laughing and I saw no reason for concern. Not even when her companion placed her panties and pantyhose in the center of our table for all to see.Sharon was pulled back into the man’s lap and as she sipped her fresh drink I watched his hand slide up her leg again. As strange as it must seem, not only was I not alarmed, once again I thought it was pretty damned amusing!Our.