I wanted to lie to myself, convince myself that it would not be that long, but I was never much for optimism. The thought that I may never again feel ...he touch of her lips hovered above us and I pulled her even closer into my embrace. To have to let go of her seemed too wrong, but I knew that reality would not bend for all that I felt inside. I leaned to her, kissing her firmly, arms wrapping around her thin waist. She felt herself falling slowly, a never-ending drop from reality that took. She sighed at my touch and curled her toes. I sighed my response."How... how does it smell?" she breathed from somewhere else. She sounded nervous, self-conscious."Wonderful," I managed to say as I brushed my nose against her sole and peered at her from over her toes. She smiled in relief and continued to chew on her lower lip.I was moving by instinct alone, muscle memory learned through years of fantasy, skills fuelled by desire. I had a checklist of things I wanted to do, like visitors to the. Her piss started to leak from the corners of my mouth, down my face and neck, so I gently slapped her ass to bring her back to reality and try to keep her from drowning me. She looked down at me with a smile, and pinched off her flow just a bit to allow me to catch up with the volume."You ARE enjoying this, aren't you, you wicked man?" she said as her hazel eyes stared into my soul."More than you can imagine, Steph," was my beaming reply.With that she knelt up off my face and started working. As her prospective buyers arrived, Tulsa met them at the door. Kneeling submissively, she kissed each person's shoe and told him (or her... there were several women among the group) that she hoped she was found worthy of purchase.Once all the guests had arrived, a cocktail tray was hung by sturdy chains from her nipple rings, and filled with a variety of drinks. The back of the tray rested against Tulsa's taut belly, as the weight of the tray and its contents pulled her udders painfully.