They drove for about an hour and then they came to a quaint little bed and breakfast, she looked at him,” this is where we are coming next weekend b...fore I go. The movers will be here to pack my stuff on Friday, so we will have our last weekend here”. She smiled at him but inside she was crying, just thinking that he would be gone in less than two weeks. For the rest of that week they packed his things, and made love through the night. He was always so gentle with her; to her he was and would. Waxerman had buttoned her blouse, her underwear was sticky with semen she’d been unable to contain in her rectum. She still desperately felt the urge to use the bathroom, even though she knew there was no longer any urgency.Phillip had already bagged her items by the time she slipped her feet into her shoes.“I um ... I went ahead and put a small and a large slave tunic in the bag. I thought you might like one, umm ... too. I kinda figured those tits would need a large, so don’t be insulted. And. If you can't, then you moving in here probably isn't a good idea." That's a lot of pressure," said Caitlynn.Julian sat up a little bit straighter, breaking most of the physical contact with her, "If you can't take it, how would you handle the music business?"Caitlynn bit back an annoyed response. After months of trying to chase Julian until he caught her, she'd finally dragged him ... well, not exactly into bed, but had her way with him. She'd hoped that the honeymoon period would last at least. Her gift. One night, one year ago, a bit of Aphrodite life force, by unknown reasons, had hit her, giving her the ability to get strength and resilience with the excitation of her “victims”. That power worked as a kind of battery. She needed to “recharge” it…and every night, with her ability on the stage, the gorgeous Pandora recharged her power while, at the same time earn money.And finally, when Pandora felt her great boobs vibrating at the limit of her capacity, the busty stripper suddenly.