. I sigh deeply and lie back against the pillows – heart beating fast and trembling with excitement as I wait. My hearing seems more acute and I can...hear a drawer opening and feel him sitting on bed beside me. Something soft touches my hard nipples … a light feathery touch. One of my big ostrich feathers was, no doubt, too tempting to him to use as a “torture” tool. Shivering, I moan and squirm as I feel the gentle stroke all around my breasts – then tickling my nose…. “Hey,” I protest, “that’s. Peabody and this is my boy Sherman. Say hello, Sherman." Hello." I'm your canis ex machina." What's that?" Canis ex machina is Latin and means literally ?dog out of the machine.' It's a dramatic device where a superior dog (myself, of course)unexpectedly steps into the middle of a plot and resolves a seeminglyirresolvable problem. It's a well used stratagem for inferior writerswho have written their characters into a tight fix and can't figure alogical way out for their protagonists. It. ”. I then laughed and replied ” it’s not like that darling, it’s just that I wanted both of you today.”. By this time we already reached the room.We unlocked the room and went in. To my surprise there was already a single cot bed there, it looked like it was newly placed there, I was tremendously happy then.Durga asked me to put the boxes at a corner which we did and then I was ready to fuck.I immediately grabbed here from behind and started to press her boobs and kiss her neck. She was in a. By now the vibrations from the train were driving me wild and I needed to get some release. He sat down across from me and introduced himself as I uncrossed my legs and I saw his eyes rest on my thighs. Slowly I spread my legs further and further apart, allowing him to see up the short black skirt I was wearing, and catch an eyeful of my tiny red g-string, which barely covered my pussy. It had been a present from my boyfriend. Well ex-boyfriend now! The vibrations kept tickling my clit.