I picked up my pants and got my keys and led her to the French doors that led into the den. As I put my key in and opened the door, she gasped, "Excus... me, but what is going on here?"I scooped her up in my arms and carried her inside and said, "Welcome to my home."Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was looking around. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess we did get caught by the owner."I said, "And I guess I have some explaining to do."I put her on the sofa and started the fireplace. I. "Looking at her watch, she continued, "My watch displayed just a few minutes after nine when we entered the forest and I know we must have walked for at least thirty minutes but my watch indicates that no time has passed."Looking around at the rest of the group present in the Grove she said, "The only way that I can imagine that would be possible, is if the Sacred Grove exists in a fold outside of the normal flow of time and space."Ayl'fair said, "Well ... we are Nymphs, Fairies, Fauns, Satyrs,. Without realizing it, I'd fallen for her. The weeks and months of conditioning, subtle hints, gentle nudges, the gradual rationing of affirmation and condemnation, praise when I was a good girl, admonishment when I was bad. Mistress had sculpted in me a perfect pet, utterly devoted, utterly besotted, willing to do whatever she asked, whenever she asked it.I took her foot in my hands, barely able to breathe, overwhelmed by the sensations that were flooding my brain. How her toes danced under. With the woman making no protesting sounds, Jonas decided he might as well make a manual vaginal examination, too. Dripping moisture met his hands as he cupped the bushy mound. A protruding clit stiffened as he flicked it vigorously. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole.Angela was not sure if the events taking place right now were real or if they were some kind of fantasy dream. Imagination, dream, or whatever, she felt a sense of intense joy. Right or wrong, she was.