I have what's been called 'cornsilk' hair, tanned skin and blue eyes and freckles across my nose, which always seems to be a little sunburned. I don't...have much in the way of hips because my legs are so long. I have a small mouth but a big laugh, according to my crew! They like my mouth, though; especially on rainy days. This is how all that got started. There are three guys on our crew, besides Keith - Randy, who is a redneck Floridian to the core, James, the self-described "black man of the. The desire down low was burning way too hot to continue their little banter. She was ready to play, ready to extinguish the flame threatening to get quickly out of hand. “I know, I’m just messing with ya. Anyways, so we’re at this party and we see each other from across the room and immediately need each other. Question is, how do we separate ourselves to make this happen?” “Some sort of signal, like a wink of the eye, a nod of the head, something. I’ll give it when I have to go to the. I had Vixen free them. Lead them in service, and you will become my High Priestess.”I glared at her, “I’m the only one that gives Vixen orders.”“Calm down. I didn’t command anything. I merely suggested that her unique position as your trusted pet could be used to further your desires in ways Vixen hadn’t considered. For example, she could free my clergy because she knew that’s what you would desire.”I snorted. My perfect pet will do as I wish, one way or the other, regardless of this goddesses. I noted that Marcia Fernandez had switched from the Coach to my wife, and from white wine to what appeared to be whiskey. I snared one of my waitresses on the way, and bid her go expeditiously and advise the pretty young gendarme in the parking lot to beware of impaired motor vehicle operators. Rose has been raised naturist and has the all-over tan to prove it, which was even more of a contrast to Marcia's tan pattern than that of the Coach, a much more recent convert to naturism. Throwing.