In my stocking foot, I rubbed up his thighs and into his lap. I poked and pat his crotch with my foot while maintaining eye contact. This drove him ov...r the edge and he stopped talking, leaned forward, and looked at me straight in the eyes. “Why don’t you come with me tonight, you’ll have the drive of your life.” He whispered to me. I smiled at him sweetly and responded: “I’m not what you think I am, honey.” “Oh, I know exactly what you are, sweetie.” He grabbed my foot with both his hands.. But why? Why had she come? It didn't make any sense. Then again, nothing about her had made any sense.She could have at least said goodbye, Charles thought irately, she owed him at least that much. But he knew why she hadn't, he wouldn't have let her go.Cynara let the warm water of the shower run over her drained body. She remembered a time when she had wondered if she could give up all these modern conveniences to live in the eighteen hundreds, but now it seemed like a joke. She would give up. .don't stop!" She begs and begs. " It is alright Jana," as I stood to one side, my big hard cock swinging proudly in the night air. I roll her over onto her stomach and she raises her hips so she was kneeling on the edge of the flat rock. The thick blanket protected the skin on her knees. Jana laid her face onto the clean smelling blanket and arching her back so as to push her pussy outwards wantonly. I quickly spread her legs stepping between them, leaning forward rubbing my cock along her. The list wasn't verylong, but here it goes.-Abstinence in the three days prior to presentation;-Cultivating a general state of pureness of the mind;-Taking a thorough shower;-Accepting the Trainer as God.The Submission would take place at dawn. I would wake up early, take ashower, wear a two-piece swimming suit of my choice with a light pinksarong to enhance my femininity. Mustapha had already asked his twofriends, Ashraf and Achref, to take me from our home. All the time, aftermy man would.