“Son of a bee,” she muttered, stooping to snatch it up. She’d last seen this beautiful cap the afternoon of December 18, 2014. Gunther had promi...ed to return it. Like that ever happened, she thought.Carrying the cap to the control console, she placed it carefully atop Leda’s hand-written lexicon on the shelf below. Young-Rebecca might, or might not need it in 3089, Causal Expression, et. al. She glanced at the clock floating above the gate: 9:18 pm: 2 minutes to go.“Siri, this level is. I’d heard whispered talk, I’d had dreams, tingling, exciting dreams based on those whispers … I had to see! I hid myself behind a leafy bush that would give me a good view through the leaves: close enough to feel like a part of the party, to hear everything, to smell the crackling fire and musky scent of arousal but removed enough to be safe, I hoped. My first view burst on me like a display of fireworks. The very air sparkled and sang with a rainbow of colour. The bonfire that they danced. Getting behind her, I lined my still hard cock up with her pussy and drove it home. All the way to my balls in one thrust. She gasped at the shock, and then started moaning like a wild cat in heat. I took the moment in, looking down. My cock buried to the hilt, her cute rosebud asshole, those ass cheeks spread wide. I would cum soon and I knew it. Placing my hands on her hips, I began thrusting, deep and fast. Her ass cheeks were bouncing around, her asshole contracting and expanding with each. .. dragons and fireworks ... brilliant enamels and gold foil ... expressive silks adorn wives and concubines. The understated magnificence of Ming must be seen to understand.Mr. Kwan impressed me ... the maître d’hôtel seated ... yes seated like a king or potentate ready to bless or curse the supplicants ... those peasants waiting to be noticed. Seated behind a massive walnut desk, he terrified rich men hoping to be seated without reservation.The maître d’hôtel terrified me. He had the MOM look.