Well, that was nice. Do you need to go look?"I wasn't concerned, as now I'd managed to hide everything away properly."No," Rhonda replied. "I found ...omething already. While you were in theshower."I gulped. What did she see? She didn't act particularly odd. As ifshe'd noticed anything out of the ordinary. Maybe the wig fell after sheleft. Maybe I was worrying about nothing."Oh," I repeated, constantly being hit with new details to fret about. "Ihope you found something you like." I. She asked me if I can shagg my dick since it was getting late & Im not cumming, I said please then she started with full furore after around 20 mintutes my dick still at the same way shining with the glossy oil & her hands looked so cute holding my dick, she was unable to hold it much longer & started complaining that her hands need a massage now since they are paining her more, I asked her to suck it she said she won’t but she said I love to dig my tongue under your balls, I was surpirsed how. All business, she neither smiled nor thanked Joseph when he counted out four twenties. Of indeterminate age, he guessed the woman to be middle aged from a sense of accumulated weariness. No lines etched her round, immobile face reflecting a life keeping emotions at bay. He did get a hint of wariness, and her left hand remained hidden while the right did the transacting. He imagined it held a weapon—perhaps a shotgun or some martial sword. Both had the capability to emasculate were he to. Saphire eyesBlack lashedPleadingSeek his depthsPale armsPurple stainedIn their bindingHeld In exquisiteEmbraceHer faceTortured desireNarrow neckedOfferingTo HimCompletenessOf bodyTenureOfSoul The symbolIn his strong HandsBraced and readyAnd sheArousedIn worshipSilently acceptingThe bountiful giftEncircling White throatShe gaspsThe claspEternalLockedNo more herselfBut forHimHis acolyteHis adoring slave The Gift What fine gift shall I give to thee?That thou canst cherishThine eyes doth seeGold.