In some strange way, it was like seeing him for the first time. Oh, I had been aware of his physique for a long time. What I mean is this is the first...time I viewed Blake’s muscles and body as MY muscles and My body. I was really looking at him as my lover, in a new and profound way. Blake had read my emotions, As soon as lunch was over, we were back in the cave. This time, I sucked him off like he was made of honey before I mounted and rode him. I contentedly worked myself up and down his. I wanted to beat the shit out of her, too, because I wanted to be pleased even more. But it was good just to see her bawl. Like a nut, she remained on her elbows and knees, let me stay in her hole and kept Higgie's dick in her mouth despite all her crying. I knew that she was a bitch like every other bitch. They're all the same. They pretend they're worth something, and they all end up the same way, needing cock and holding onto it whenever they get the smallest chance. Bitches.Then we got the. As soon as we were there, I opened my petcarrier and released my two faeries, both of whom immediately beganflying around overhead. Grace watched the faeries in silence, thoughshe clearly had an expression of fascination."Sorry little one," I said, looking at the oldest of the faeries, whowas also full of glamour energy. I willed her to fly away from us andthen self-destruct, safely releasing the glamour energy in the process,well away from where anyone would get caught in it. Then I snapped. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost every day black nylon stockings and elegant shoes usually with high heels, you could hear them on the floor with every step - very different from the women of her age I knew from my sleepy home.