After breakfast we spent a little over an hour using the latrine and cleaning up ourselves and the dishes in the river.We were walking back to the cav... when Maria said, "I know I haven't been here as long as any of you, but does it seem different to anyone?"Bev said, "I thought it was just me. Everything seems brighter, a little cleaner."I took a good look, something I hadn't done for a while. Amazing how we take our environment for granted."It looks like someone peeled off a layer of film.. His dick so hard. He needed a pussy. My pussy.I wiggled my hips, pausing at the stairs that led from the dungeon. I threw a final look over my shoulder now, giving him that beseeching look. I put all my lust and desire into this look, my lower lip pouting.He had to act. He had to want me. He had to throw me against the wall and fuck me so hard. I wiggled my hips. His hand tensed on his spear. His wings fluttered more. I held the pout for one more second.Then turned to crawl up the stairs. I put. “Very good,” he said. “Have a nice day at work.” He dropped me off and headed on to his job. I concentrated on work as best I could, with perhaps a bit more daydreaming than usual.2. The Mirror The next time I saw the camera was late one evening as I was heading upstairs to bed. The camera was mounted on a tripod and a large telescopic lens had been attached. I was tired from a hard day and more in the mood for sleep than for photography. Brian sensed my mood and quickly. Classic maid's chore is first - dusting. I get the big fluffy pink dusterand start mincing around the house, paying close attention to everylittle detail, wanting to do the best job possible in hope to get areward that I have been denied for so long...Moving around the house in my tight, confining and extremelyinappropriate for a man outfit make me hot in more ways than one. I enjoyevery movement; savor every uncomfortable position; feeling every thingon me and in me contributing to my.