”“They’re beautiful,” gushed Nathalie, the young girl falling to her knees before a patch of colorful primroses. She breathed them in then plu...ked one, entwining the stem into one of her pigtails.“Yes, they are,” Kora said. “It’s like Rithi painted her brush here, creating something spectacular.”I nodded my head. The Goddess of Art had no hand in this world’s creation, but she would appreciate it.“It’s nice,” my human husband said. He stared at me. “You miss it?”“I do,” I said, lifting my chin. . ahh…. baad mai kar lena plzzz. ahaa. mar gayimaine tab kuch der pyar bhari batain ke maine bahar nikala apne lun or us par thook lagayia or thora sa priya ke chut par or apna lun uske andar dal diya adha lun andar ja chuka tha or priya ko ab dard kaam ho raha tha main age jhuk gya or uske hotho par kiss karne laga kyoki mai use jhatka dene wala tha taki mera lun andar challa jaye or mai jab mai esa karuga to priya ke muh ko apne muh se band kar dunga taki awaj bahar na jayeaab mai pura lun. That way, I could take as manyscreen shots as I wanted of what I hoped would appear to be Jessica boundand gagged. My face could even be hidden by one of her bondage masks, oreven swapped out with my photo image program.I dismissed the idea almost as soon as it occurred to me. After all, I hadno interest whatsoever with wearing women's clothes, nor was I all toointerested in being tied up myself. But I could not erase the thoughts ofhaving pictures of a Jessica look-alike dressed, bound and. There was no doubt about it. As I looked into her eyes I could see a brightness there I hadn't seen in a very, very long time. Even as she looked away, I followed her gaze naturally, realizing as I did where she now looked. I felt the flush spreading rapidly across my face, not sure if she was indeed looking at, where I was myself now looking. But as I looked up once again, as she did, I caught a hint of movement in her lips, almost but not quite a smile, along with an extra press of her hand.