It was kind of pretty, but well... she wasn't sure. It was just fascinating.She grabbed the spare pillow and arranged it between her legs so she could...lean the small mirror up against it. Folding over her other pillow, she leaned back against it, happy with the result. She smiled wickedly. NOW I'll finger my cunt! As soon as she had the sinful thought, she blushed and reached for her pussy with both hands. Again she parted her lips, this time drawing a deep breath as she spread her knees even. Not that I'd ever consider attempting to leave her.On dark nights, she would often walk with me down the quiet country lane outside her home, leading me by a thin leash attached to the sturdy collar that I wore permanently around my neck.The day passed slowly and I ambled around the house, filling the time in whatever way I could until my mistress returned. I heard the distinct sound of her car engine, my heart beating in excitement at the prospect of her company.During the past few months, I'd. I knew she needed it more than me. It seems that throughout this journey, we have kept each other going by giving pleasure, by looking forward to the next time we kiss, touch a breast or nipple, slip our tongues into each other’s wet and waiting pussies.Let’s face it if we can’t pleasure each other, what else are we to do before we die? And dying in this world maybe sooner than expected. At least, I think I have loved. In my heart I love Sarah; though I want her and need her more than the word. It took a little while before she could get it all the way inside her, but when she did, she cried out, it felt so good, and Jonny turned his head back and forth on the pillow. He opened his eyes. Christine leaned towards him, put her hands on his shoulders, holding him down. ‘You’re still dreaming,’ she told him, and kissed his lips. ‘Okay,’ he said. He didn’t know. If this was a dream, he thought, it was more realistic than any he’d ever had before. Christine used her legs to propel herself.