Going down stream on the Rhone was not difficult (especially with turn by turn GPS in your brain). I found the small tributary that ran near the Cro-M...gnum camp and found a little nearby inlet to dock the yacht and dropped anchor. We then stealthily made our way near their camp.What I observed was chaos. It looked more like a Bacchanalian revel than a working camp. Nobody seemed to be wearing furs or any type of cloth or plant to cover their anatomy. I could sense little if any normal. “I ... I hate this,” She says. “I thought going into the dungeons would be fun, but it’s been a struggle every step of the way.” He stares at her, holding her close. “You’ve done your best so far.”“Yeah, but I feel so worthless. We’ve only gotten this far because we’ve been relying on your power.”“Isn’t that why you stole me away in the first place?” She nods. “Yes. But I feel like shit because of it. I don’t want to use you as just a tool.”“Elinore?”“I want ... I don’t know what I want. I just. After that, we left the cafe and went home. For few months we had fun, she cross-dressed me in her clothes, tied me up, told me lick her pussy, also cross-dressed publicly.she even had dildo and taught me to suck it properly like a real cock, once she uploaded a picture of her with her bf to wish him a happy birthday. I replied to her story inquiring about her relationship with him and asked her what she was doing with me. she told me that her relationship is absolutely fine, and she would also. I learned that she works in criminal forensics, so we had quite a bit to talk about. She’s a little shorter than Jenny and smaller in the chest, too, at least from what I can tell through her top. Her hair is longer, though, and she has more curves around her hips and waist. I insist on paying the bill, even though she protests, but I’ve always been a hopeless romantic in this manner.When we arrive at her place, she has a camera already set up in their bedroom on a tripod. It doesn’t surprise.