You did look ravishing in your grass skirt and lei. Your nipples were hardened from the chill in the air, and your breast were sitting up firm and ful.... "I feel so free being topless. I feel so sexy". "You are sexy love. I've always told you that", I said, placing my fork on my plate, indicating I was done with the meal. Taking a sip of the wine, I studied you,looking beyond your eyes into your soul. I saw a nervous anticipation that made my dick stir underneath my own grass skirt,. Each weekend I would walk out on to Dartmoor carrying an unnecessarily heavy pack. Most of the extra weight was a four man mountain tent. I hoped that when I started my long holiday in the summer with a light one man tent I would find it much easier than a heavy load in winter. That February I set out in the darkness of a Friday evening. Apart from doubts about my fitness I had no qualms about being on Dartmoor in winter. I treated Dartmoor with respect and knew the right things to do. As usual. ” “The dilruba? What manner of instrument is that?” “It is a type of fiddle with a long neck and steel strings; the body is made of hardwood covered in goatskin. I play and compose songs and melodies for it. In the ancient tongue of my people its name means ‘robber of the heart.’” For a long moment I look at him. I am impressed but eventually and unintentionally, my eyes unnerve him. “A beautiful name Jaano, robber of the heart. Why are you here?” “I was ordered to come here by the Lady. ”“And I love you too. Now, I’d better go before they throw me out.”Daddy kissed my nose again and I managed a little laugh as he left.******The next day after being spoon fed my breakfast and having to suffer the humiliation of another bedpan, the nurses came to give me a bed-bath. It wasn’t too bad apart from when the female nurse washed my pussy and butt. She was a bit rough but when she’d finished I realised that I was a bit aroused. I was horrified that something like a bed-bath had made me.