A diamond and platinum bracelet glittered. It was the same bracelet Makuo and I had seen in the jewellery store when we bought my engagement ring. I j...ked with Makuo about the bracelet and how I wanted it for our tenth wedding anniversary when we could afford it.“Oh my god, Makuo” I finally spoke. “We can’t afford this. What will we do about money for a house? How will we pay for this honeymoon? I can’t accept it. I know you want me to have it but we have other things we need to take care of,”. Long trestle tables, a massive stone fireplace, and the walls hung with tapestries and paintings. Except these paintings showed men and women is various forms of bondage. There was a vide variety of subjects but the theme of all of them was bondage and torture. Here a scantily clad female pirate captain laid into a bound and naked male and female captive with a cat. There a naked woman, strapped and bent against some heavy wooden contraption, was threatened by a pair of hooded members of the. Imagine pouring some water from your bucket to hers.I tried again. This time I felt an ethereal flow from myself to the woman. Richard instructed me to look in the mirror above the room's dresser. I was astonished, my hair was darker, many of the wrinkles on my face were gone. The woman looked slightly older than she had when she first entered the room.“Very good, Sam,” he said, “excellent for a first attempt, but you must be more gentle, try once more, but for the smallest amount you can. Please taste me. I want you.”I lean my hands down, caressing her hair as I move my hips towards her again. Encouraging her to finally give into something we’ve both wanted for so long. Her head moves slightly towards me as I feel the tip of her tongue run along my moist wet slit. I lift my hips up towards her as I let out a groaning moan and I grip her hair in pleasure. One taste is all it takes for her; she shoves her face deep into my pussy. She's sucking hard on my clit as I buck my hips up.