"At dusk we drove to the band's camp. There was a large fire and I could see that the whole calf was already roasting. Two men were playing djeridoos....The lubras were putting baskets of yabbies near the pyre. There were more folks than there had been in Riverton. A very large gin in a gaudily-flowered dress ran over and hugged me."Hello, Meena. It's been too long. This is Weena and this is Patrick." I turned to Weena, "Meena is Jacky's mother." So I now Patrick's almost-granny!" she. "Elvira, may I see the real you, the woman under the wig and sans the body paint."She blushed as she pulled the wig off and let her blonde hair fall nearly to her waist. She shook her head as she tousled it to get it to relax and fall straight down. This was how she usually wore her hair or up in a ponytail."You do know I will have to shower to get this paint washed away. I hope you don't mind waiting just a few minutes as I do?" I would wait a thousand years if that is what it took to see the. My hand is at the base of your shaft. I place my mouth at the head of your cock and lick it gently, my tongue swirling back and forth. I hear you moan. Your prick is still in my mouth as I look up at you, to see you staring back. I revert my concentration back to what I was doing. I lower my lips to your shaft, my tongue sliding down the side as your cock penetrates further into my mouth. I slowly move my lips back up and my hand raises slightly in a twisting motion before your cock is plunged. By this time of day Alexandra would be ravenous for his prick. He liked it when Alexandra came to him in great need; it heightened the irony. To the women of WOPI, he was Alexandra's personal prisoner and they thought that behind these closed doors their leader was slowly subverting his will, conditioning him to be a helpless slave of WOPI. It hadn't worked out that way. He had been able to make her his slave because she wanted and needed to be fucked. She hadn't had him in her for hours. She.