He held it flat in his hand to admire it. Isabelle placed her hand under Connor’s to steady and position the small white tiger onto the body of the ...ragon. The dragon and tiger nestled perfectly together. Connor finally understood the significance of the pairing, his eyes welled with moisture. He reached with his free hand to wipe away hers as she swabbed his. As they giggled at the coincidence, Connor placed the coiled dragon and nestling tiger cub in the center of the coffee table. “I don’t. Shirt's off, blouse on... Should I turn around while I take my pants off? Does he want my socks off too? Okay, socks off. If I turn around I'm showing my ass. If not I'm showing my cock. I've never let anyone see me naked before. Maybe this blouse will cover me up. How about I just follow my pants to the ground here and put the skirt next to it and try to just hope over so he can't see anything below the waist? Okay, I'll try... Fuck. This is more difficult than I thought. Okay.... pull up the. By this point my hand was in my panties and my fingers were buried in my own wet pussy. I watched intently as she pulled one hand out from the covers and put those fingers in her mouth. The sight was too much to bear, and I came on the spot muffling my breathing in my pillow. She went back to her pussy with a vengeance, causing the covers to rest on her knees, and I could just make out her neatly trimmed bush. She was probably just drunk enough to not think about the noise she was making,. I feel a deep calm, like the onset of meditation. Time slows. I am conscious of the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms pricking. And I enter the chamber. Today, it's bare. White, blond wood. Diaphanous drapes billow in the breeze. Sunlight floods it. A sensuous tropical smell of sandalwood and musk pervades. At the far end of the room is an object I've never seen before. A wooden St. Andrew's cross six feet high, the bars in the shape of the letter X. You lithely slip into the room.