That one! Her delicate frame is on my bed with her curvaceous ass in the air,With that specific arch in plain sight that mesmerizes me.I approach her ...oldly and mightily, wholeheartedly knowing thatI, the warrior poet, am the god of eroticism and the deliverer of all pleasure,That makes a female convulse to multiple orgasms instantly,As I pull her hair from behind inserting my tongue there.Oh yes ladies! There! That one!My jar of melted cherry candle wax drips systematically down herSplendid. When the last spasm subsided, I collapsed on my bed, still panting heavily, sweating heavily, but totally satisfied.Until I heard the noise just outside my door.Slipping out of bed and tiptoing to the door, I pressed my ear against the wood, struggling to control my still somewhat labored breathing. Listening intently, I heard nothing at first, but then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps retreating down the hall.Terrifed, I returned to my bed, certain that Ricky had been standing outside. The water man eventually drove his cart over to the stable and filled the small trough there with the last of the water. They were all soon gone, and Chanthra called me to lunch. It was while eating that she had a reminder for me."You need to change into the clothes that the Amulets prepared for you after eating. There will be a number of men from the Army camp who will be here to see you about the new unit that you wish to form, and you will need to address them," she reminded me. I hadn't. A freezer full of gormet meals. I even get to cook, naked under an apron, like the old days." Sold!" There really is no use my arguing with her. Outside of business, she usually gets her way, and generally I love it. Bitch mode leaves no options.The floatplane pilot let me handle the takeoff. Pilots recognise each other, even if one's license has long been lapsed. I'd owned a plane once, another sacrifice to our lifestyle. We circled the island for a while, down low to get a feel for our home.