Why hadn't they been doing this all along? She could hardly wait until their next encounter. What was she going to do the next time.Then she slowly ma...e her way to the shower and let the hot water relax her body. Linda stood in front of the bathroom mirror with her towel around her as she carefully applied her lipstick and makeup, the way she routinely did when she going somewhere other than a photo shoot. As soon as she was finished she walked to her dresser, tossing the towel on the bed as. 'Red river' you recall from the missive. This is what it must have meant. This was the only person with vibrant red hair in the entire tavern. You instantly know you have found who you are looking for.You make your way over to the table the person is sitting at and take the empty seat across from them. You look him over. The man sitting before you has long red hair, tanned skin, and a large red fringe covering his right eye. The pointed ears he's sporting tells you he's of elven blood. He is. " - and lose the apostrophe in "it's wake": it's a possessive pronoun therefore doesn't need it.' Our lips were so close, we were suddenly sharing air, like two kittens in a box. 'Now go easy on the similes and,' I suddenly, inexplicably, moved to kiss her mouth, 'stop it with the suddenlies.' She slid from her stool, apparently oblivious of my physical state. 'Right. I'll go clean the skid marks and piss stains off yer bog then I'll scour the tide marks off yer bath. Anything else while I'm. It was a text message.Here is your first stockings/panties/plug check. Send a photo back within 2minutes or there will be consequences.Oh my god, I'd forgotten. I rushed upstairs and grabbed the suitcase I keptmy stuff in. I quickly found some stockings, panties and plug but a minutehad gone. I had no lube for the plug. I put on the stockings and justpushed at the plug, I hurt so much but there was no time. I pulled up thepanties and took a photo and sent it back by text. I hoped he would.