So that meant shopping, which meant I needed to call my friend Kay and have her help me out. She's got a better sense for clothes, and I wanted to loo... perfect.Kay is always down for shopping, so we hit the Promenade and had lunch. Shopping on an empty stomach is bad luck according to her. During lunch she grilled me. Ok, ok, she merely wanted to know what I was looking for. It felt like a grilling though."Are we shopping for a special occasion? Or, even better, a special someone?" she asked. . Dream-vision and memory diffused, she wasn’t sure about her powers of recollection. Now she remembered she had had quite a series of disturbed dreams this morning, featuring her Master and the infamous chamber... Well, no wonder she had suffered something very close to nightmares. She tried to shake it off, concentrate on the early day’s fragrant beauty and the enchanting perfume of the roses. But as much as she tried, there was always the dark image of the coffin brooding in her mind. She. Again it seemed like forever, but there it was again her hand wandering near my crotch, that was the last straw I threw down my backpack and her's grabbed her by her waist and dragged her into the woods behind our bus stop."About time!" she saidI ignored her remark and undid my pants as she dropped to her knees, I checked my watch 8 minutes. She started to whack me off and all i could do was relax and enjoy the feeling of her soft hand against my dick."It's not bad but I was hoping for two. The hallway floor was tiled with large, highlypolished glossy ceramic squares. The walls and arched ceiling wererichly paneled in square oak inlays of exquisite design. The tunnel-likehall had no windows, but was subtly lit by cleverly hidden recessedlighting from above and at floor level. The wide curvilinear hallwayterminated abruptly at a pair of massive double doors, shaped to mimicthe profile of the arched ceiling overhead. The doors had a heavyMedieval appearance, covered with.