He felt he was attuned, his soul resonating with the earth below his feet, the sky above and the stone all around him. He reached into his small sack ...nd with little effort produced a small circular pendant, a thin slice of white marble or porcelain cast around a black mat surface, smooth and cold to the touch.He held it firmly with both hands for a while looking intently at its black surface. A thin sliver of green started to pulsate on the black surface. A green line started to form in one. Her skin from head to toes glistened with sweat. She was breathing heavily, her big tits lifting and falling with every breath. There was a slight shake in her hands while she held her dress up at her belly. Beads of sweat ran down her tight stomach and into her thick, soaked bush. Her pussy lips were swollen and protruding between her trembling thighs and I could see how wet she was from across the room. I walked toward her in a daze, almost floating across the bathroom floor. Our eyes were. I imagine you'll tell me what else you know," I reached in my pocket and took out a wooden nickel. I handed it to him. One side had an ink-stamp of a buffalo and the logo Buffalo Nickel Saloon printed on it. The other side said TUIT in the middle and around the edge, Five Cents in Trade, "When you get around to it." It took a second or six...He burst into laughter, "'Don't take any wooden nickels, ' you have no idea how many times I was told that during the war ... but to have combined it with. But here, in the forest, in nature, different rules seem to apply. No one there to judge, no on there to taunt. I sometimes pulled the leash and laughed. I loved that I could play around and tease him and his dominance. There were no strict protocols, just play and safety. He looked back at me “No, puppet, be a good girl now. Follow me.” I took it all in, the flowers blooming, the sound the ground made when I stepped on it, the smells. I followed him.We arrived at the meadow, a place covered in.