The balls disappeared. ‘Place these within your Mistress’s Lotus Temple,’ the sorceress commanded and dropped the balls into the maid’s hand. ...he maid looked from the balls to her mistress and received a nod of approval so she knelt before Dove’s Wing and began to open the kimono. She gently ran her hand up between her mistress’ silky thighs and stroked her lotus gate with practiced fingers. Dove’s wing glanced at the sorceress who continued to grin and motioned for the maid to continue. Soon. . straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. But they were not enough. Desperately, she realized they were not enough! Her head lolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying wildly at her inability to bring herself to orgasm. Yet, she continued to hammer into herself, her hand beating an insane staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, her groans and grunts faster and louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Vailante. Even after a year and a half, she was unable to overcome the grief and put her life back together. My name is Julia, and I am her only child.Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad's accident, she was a sexy, vivacious woman of thirty-five with long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with adorable dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor, which kept her body lithe and fit. Now, she was a shadow of her old self, shambling like a lost soul through. Her eyes continuing to follow the progress of the limousine, recognizing they were nearing the castle all thoughts of the chauffeur evaporated from her mind. Never would he know how things might have been different had her Master been present. The castle now coming into view, all thoughts were on the ceremony and her final preparation before being presented to her Master. Feeling the limousine draw to a halt, seeing the imposing medieval architecture again her pulse had quickened just as it had.