’ ‘Not at all, and yes I do understand. You liked what you saw?’ ‘Mmm.’ she answered almost shyly, then gave another of those laughs and add...d. ‘Perhaps my celibacy has gone on for too long.’ ‘Perhaps I arrived at just the right time.’ I responded with a grin. ‘Perhaps you have.’ she answered, and just then, as though on cue, her front door bell rang. ‘Ah, our meal.’ she said in an almost relieved tone as she got up and went across the room. As I should have anticipated, her kitchen provided. Not that I know more than a common greeting or two in any Elven tongue. Anyway, I think I’ll need to decipher this myself, somehow. I don’t know if I can trust anyone else with this secret, and Wormtongue has too many ears among our people. She tucked one of the vials into a hidden pocket, then carefully wrapped the parchment around her knife, slipping it back into its scabbard. Retrieving the fallen end, she resealed the cylinder, put it back where she’d found it, and closed the chest. Now I. I think that is when a submissive knows that they are truly owned, when they find themselves following such a simple task without question. The first time He did this, I went, I didn’t necessarily have to go at the time, but I did anyway because it was what He had wished for. Afterwards I wondered why He sent me that message, and even though I can’t really say for sure why, I have come to the conclusion, “Because He can.” So I went to the bathroom, then I washed up and returned to our bed,. The cock withdrew and pushed back in as she held his hips, kissing him she could still taste her on his lips, her climax was hard and loud as his cock pushed against the roof of her cunt. Her cunt lips flat against her groin, her legs open wide on each arm allowed his cock to penetrate deeper each time it pushed in, his bollocks slapped against her arse each time, she could feel her cunt juice leaking down her crack making her greasy and whoreish. She could smell her sex and hoped it would.