She started slightly but his question to her mistress had given her enough warning it was a slight movement. The hand cupped her buttock and then slid...down so the fingers touched her pussy lips. It was not in the least arousing. Like being poked in a medical examination. The fingers slid up to her anus and rested there. She braced herself. Then the hand was moved. She was so relieved that she almost jolted when the finger returned, this time a little dampened. Even though she knew what was. Little lights like trapped fire flies danced through the branches of the trees as well as overhead to illumine this, the most gracious of spaces Rachel had ever seen. Off to their right as they entered, the space was open to the sky and rose to a promontory where the most elegantly dressed of the throng of peoples here were gathered. From an indeterminate direction – presumably hidden somewhere in the trees – a hugely talented little ensemble played a soft Paso Doble, few here were dancing. ’ ‘Well, I got hit on the head in an accident, and… Actually, I’d rather explain this story in a more comfortable position.’ I looked beyond the doorway, and saw her family room was adjacent to where we were standing. ‘Without deviating from the literal minimum of what you have to do to fulfill my instructions, when I snap my fingers, I want you to get me a glass of scotch on the rocks, and gently set it on the end table next to the love seat in your living room. And then, I want you to remove. It had been so long since he had seen those tits bounce- oh how he ached for them now! She embraced him, knowing how big her 38D breasts must've felt against him. As he stepped back, he caught a hint of a new fragrance, a sweet mist that reeled his thoughts only to her.She took a mental picture of him here- he looked worn and exhausted. That passion that she loved in him was gone. She frowned as she coaxed him out of the lobby of the jail.As she walked in front of him, he noticed a few changes..