It’s dark, even with the blindfold on I can tell that it’s pitch black in the cellar where I wait, held spread-eagled against the wall; waiting f...r my Goddess to return. There’s no sound, no light, no external stimuli as I hang suspended in space and time, my very being on hold, waiting, waiting for release, waiting for redemption, waiting for Her return.So, why am I here? What sane person would allow herself to be treated this way? Because, don’t get me wrong, I’m not here against my will.. " It would be more comfortable," said Marna, her hands smoothing over her green, swollen abdomen.Pinocchio undressed, this time, and both women admired his corded muscles. Marna mounted him, and sank down happily."You're smaller this time," she said."That's because I hate this so much," said Pinocchio."Ahhhh, that's better," sighed Marna.Pinocchio set up his chant again, and Marna wiggled on top of him in ecstasy. Her daughter's fingers probed violently at her own sex."Hurry up, Mamma," moaned. My recalling of an experience dressed in a swimsuit didnt seem too popular so perhaps you may prefare the story of a weekend visitor I once had. It was 1981 and I had just got my own place, a nice modern 1 bed flat.Apart from bedsits as a teen this was my first real place of my own.In these pre internet days we had such mediums as contact mags, specialty mags and such and it was though one of these that I got in touch with Colin.....that wasnt his name but the rest of the story is true. I was still in these amazing thoughts when Nandita walked back a few steps, the same way back into the bedroom and told me please get ready soon. She had a shower before because then I will get the bathroom free for myself to get ready while she gets the breakfast done.While I was shaving she came into the bathroom, obviously so excited and told me she is taking the car keys and going down to keep her bag & carton. Earlier, never ever had she entered the bathroom when I was there. I quickly.