.Fresh pressed cane is added to my bath. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. My body is smooth from magnolia oil, glistening with flakes of gold and...silver from the living waters. The baths are carved in solid gemstone. My tub is rose quartz, a blushing pink like my flower's gem. My Master tears into me, as if I am a pear freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips after he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed. In months, I labor. ” She walked over to me, where I sat on my office chair by my desk, and sat down on my lap with at leg on each side and facing me.“Don’t you?” she asked while she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were brown by the way.I sank something and answered: “I… I don’t know. I’ve never tough about that.”“Maybe you should then,” she said while squeezing up against my body in a very sensual way. I didn’t knew if it was course she enjoyed it, course she wanted to make me do something or course she wanted to. I like being looked at."He undressed hurriedly."I think I'm about to be fucked," she said."I just have this urge to eat you," he said as he pulled his shorts down, letting his stiff cock jut forward."In that case," she said, "I think I should lie back and enjoy being eaten."Tommy got on his knees on the bed and took her thighs in his hands, spreading them. Still enjoying the flexibility he had given her, she let her legs split out all the way to the sides and down flat on the bed. Rita tucked. As a new challenge. As a departure. As the start of a new life.And you're right. Of course it didn't work. But you know as well as I do that naivete often links arms with loss. And it did with me. Which I suppose was just tough, as Yvette, the only girlfriend I've had in my time in Switzerland often told me. Life's like that. Live with it. Live with life.Switzerland? Oh, sorry. Yes, for those cartographically challenged amongst you, Basel is in Switzerland - although not, I hasten to add, in.