I then walk into the guy, I yelled at last night. Apparently since he sober he doesn't recognize me. I blurt out in my orgasmic high "Can you help me ...ith my pants, the snap is stuck"! Where did that high voice come from, I sounded dingy as hell. The guy looked at me puzzled like and then regained his composure "Lady, I usually like my chicks with tits, but you must have been the inspiration for 'baby's got back', sure I'll help, but in your room." No don't think like that, but to late "I have. We are here to honour the Goddess, our Earth-Mother who by her union with Beltane, her husband and lover, our father and protector, gives life anew.’ He paused and slowly looked at each member of the clan in turn then asked, ‘What gifts doth our Earth-Mother give, that we may share the renewal of life?’ Together they replied, ‘The waters of life and the joys of mating.’ Once more he questioned them, ‘And how do we know these gifts?’ Their response was enthusiastic, ‘By drinking of the waters. I reached down and started playing with the little button. I pressed my finger under the hood and drew tiny circles. When I felt Master stir, I froze. Eventually, though, my thoughts would return to last night and the honor he did me by allowing me, his slave, to suck his cock, and I would touch myself again. Although I tried to make my movements as small as possible, I did rustle Master enough to wake him. He placed his hand over mine and whispered for me to stop. He told me to get up and. But an observer would notice right off; something was backfilled here. The blanks on the pine forest floor told me right off that the holes weren’t backfilled artifact diggings. No pot hunter would up and leave those blanks. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it gets. Archaeological sites are a disappearing resource.I went back to town ... not that town is all that far away. Sliding down Old Baldy ... that is a problem with the valley; Old Baldy is in the way..