He drew his fingers up and down her slit and teased his finger in a circle where he would enter her, soon. He drew a pale pink rose petal from his po...ket and rubbed it against her parted lips. She gasped, surprised and titillated by his having chosen to fetishize an object so sacred to them both. The petal was satin-soft and she could tell it had been freshly plucked. Its scent was pungent. He drew the petal down the slender line of her neck and lingered over her nipples. The petal was thick. ‘Hey dreamer…where have you drifted off to?’ Kit asked softly, nudging her gently with his elbow. ‘You seem like you’ve got a lot going on in that head of yours…’ his voice was tender and concerned. Lena looked up into his eyes and crumbled. He was so handsome, so kind and gentle… ‘Wanna talk?’ He asked with a tender smile. Lena burst into tears. She didn’t know where it had come from or why now, it was as though a tidal wave had suddenly broken forth over her world and her heart was suddenly. Long gold earrings. Harem pants, see though, no knickers. Gold trimmed see through bra’s. Half veils. Our eyes black and heavy with mascara. He came, the Arab prince. He wasn’t alone, others came as well. Dressed for the desert, romantic, like Valentino in an old film. I felt my stomach do a double somersault. I wasn’t to be made available. I was reserved, reserved for my own red haired client, but I was to be displayed. After all, I’d be available again, soon. Of Alice, there was no sign.Music. The next thing I tried was a toothbrush. There were a bunch of old toothbrushes still in the bathroom closet that no one used, so I tried putting the hand lotion I used to masturbate on it, and seeing if it would go in. It did. It felt...weird. Fun because it was naughty, but so thin there was no pleasure, just the strange feeling like having your temperature taken that way as a kid. I tried pumping it in and out, and it was OK, but I wasn't super into it, and I don't think I ever jerked off.