Molly, though, did her best to clean out the fridge of the salads and sandwiches that mom had said would go bad if not eaten soon. Once Molly was fini...hed eating she turned into a high-speed cleaning fairy. Everything was washed, dried, and put away in a few minutes. After taking a quick peek out of kitchen door, she pulled her shorts down to just above her trimmed triangle and pulled her shirt up to under her breasts. I didn’t understand until she turned sideways rubbed over the now obviously. As I guess I have done many times in my 39 years, I did something that I didn’t know why I was doing it at the time. Wine, passion, an attractive man? I giggled, turned my back to him and put my wrists behind me. I simply said, “Okay”. I felt the cold steel close around my wrists and heard the clicks as the cuffs tightened. I closed my eyes and wondered why I had let him do this. But, I think I knew when he put his arms around me, brushing against my breasts as he did. I was wearing a black. ”Vincent looked at Willow, “Our Grove?”Willow nodded, “Yes I believe so. My father said it was one of the oldest groves still in existence. It had always been under the care of my family. It’s probably why I know she has a Gift. My great-grandmother was said to see the Gift in others. Apparently, I can too.”She smiled at Vincent and the young woman. The woman looked between them, “What is this Gift you speak of?”Vincent smiled at her. He loved her accent and her speech. It was as if she was. I was deeply impressed at how she had gripped handfuls of my curly red hair to make sure I was exactly where she wanted me. And how much I loved that it was my inserting my fingers deep into her that triggered her climax.Safiya had only a moment of subsiding breathlessness before she moved to roll over to kneel on all fours. 'What a glorious arse!' I thought. And quickly moved to take up station behind her. Her cunt juice and my saliva had run down to soak her puckered arsehole."Not for making.