Without noticing her, he closed and bolted the door. She then heard him walk away.Oh no, she thought, what if the gladiator never came back ... and he... father was unable to get her out? The guard didn't think anyone was inhabiting the room. Sorrowfully, she walked towards the large hay cot which stood in the center of the room. She sat down and sulked, when would she be able to leave? Would the gladiator come back? ... alive? Would he be angered to find her still there? Weighed down with worry,. I couldn't go to them and they'd never be coming to me.Dad was there, with Ivan and Svetlana flanking him. There were a few people from Mom and Dad's work and some friends that I didn't know or remember. And a step away stood Isabeau, looking beautiful and forlorn. I stood on the opposite side of Mom's casket in my dress greens, with my close cropped snowy white hair and emotionless face.I guess it was a nice service. I wasn't listening. I was remembering all the times my mother had held me as. Time passed. I also glared her well developed breast, plumb-cheek, naval point and well-cut thigh. Suddenly, both of us stared each others and felt shy , smiled and laughed under teeth. I inquired if she would feel to receive any life-time gift. She replied, “ a gift is gift, what to feel or bother ” . I told her to hug and kiss as a gift with positive hope to be return back . She nodded silently. I bounced to hug her firmly from the front and planted a kiss on her cheek and lifted her in a. After\strutting in the mirror for a few moments I returnedto my bag. I pulled out my 8 inch dildo I had so much funwith and started sucking it in my lips as I watched in themirror. Then after lubing my "pussy" I slid the length upmy hot hole and pulled my panties back over my ass.I then decided on some red nails. I love the way my handslook with long painted nails. I chose a medium length rednails which I glued on. I could not resist taking my nailsand rubbing them over my smooth, nylon covered.