I smiled. "I haven't gone near a groupie in years," I said. "But if you want to know if I've ever allowed myself to be seduced by a groupie, I'm afrai... the answer is yes." I suppose we all succumb to temptation at some point in our lives," Alice said.Now, I wonder what she meant by that?The conversation was easygoing, and Alice had surprised me a little by demonstrating a willingness -- even an interest -- in talking about such matters as Sex on the Road, but I didn't push it. Any discussion we. ”“Hai (Yes).”The sound of Doctor Smiths high heels echoed through the small room as she left the other girl to deal with the new sissy.“Sooooo, looks like you were having fuuuun, I really want to see how good a fuck you are but as Mistress said, we don’t have time to play just yet.” The headset was slowly removed, and as the sissy regained her sight she saw Ona staring back at her. Her soft hair brushed against the sissy, it smelled like strawberries. She was gentle as she undid the restraints. Well, not quite. Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the end of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers. But she did love the leaves. It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature’s last hurrah before the cold really took hold. And, of course, they were like fire. Fire. She loved fire, loved snuggling up beside a big open. There were a couple wooden chairs around a motel room table, but the only real piece of furniture in the room was the bed. The ceiling was old popcorn stucco and the walls were papered with faded floral designs.It was 2016, but the TV was a small box with bunny ears and an external DVD/VHS player attached. Dead flies and bees lined the window sill and there were light cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling.When we first arrived there we were disappointed, but more by the lack of any furniture.