Last year when she was at home ithad not fed the dog one day. Immediately I got on my knees at her feet. Ibegan to lick my Mistresses boots immediatel... licking the dirty and dustthat had built up on the uppers and soles while she was away desperatelytrying to make up for my omission.It was too late. My Mistress reacted. She commanded me to go to mybedroom. Take all my clothing off. To wash my entire make up off the towash my newly permed hair. Then I was to lock myself to the whipping postin. I try to focus on the discussion. As the night winds down we decide to retire. One of the Maasai walks us back to our cottage. I walk behind her. Her dress has creeped up her butt crack and her butt cheeks jiggle along . Man, it has been too long since I was laid and my mind flashes back to our days. I haven't seen her in five years and she clearly has 'blossomed' even more. She grew up in a very conservative home. While sex had always been ok, she had never let me move beyond the missionary. I wanted to spill every drop of my spunk into her depths. I wanted it dripping out of her, spilling down her thighs. What a delicious treat to witness.What inspiration for Kora.“Yes, yes, yes,” my charge moaned. Then she gasped as Aingeal suddenly straddled her face. “Your mouth needs to do more than just moan!” the fairy gasped, her pink wings spreading wide. She looked so complete with her wings back. Her tits heaved before her, pink hair spilling about her face as she squirmed on Kora’s. Something made her stop and turn. I liked looking at her so it was fine by me but I was curious. I slid my plate onto the counter and turned back to her.“You want to know something? I feel alive. It started on our first date and I didn’t recognize it. But now I do. You make me feel alive again and it’s wonderful.”“You know what I think? Someone needed a good pounding.”“Okay, there’s that. I want lots more of that, by the way. Just as soon as I can walk normal,” she said and went out the door.