I contented myself with wrapping my paws around a third mug of tea; I'd made a full pot just for the two of us, and we drained it.After washing up, we...returned to our room and switched the electric fire on for a bit as we made the bed and tidied up. Julie refilled the hot water bottle and we put that back in to help air the quilt and mattress a little bit. We decided to get our 'thank-you' letters to Mr & Mrs Carter written and posted, and once they were completed and we'd checked each other's. The flavour.The silkiness of her folds.She knew those sensations all too well. Within seconds of her tasting Heather, she knew that she would have to take her. Make her come.Heather loved the oral onslaught. She could feel every slight movement on her lips and between them. Her bum hummed and throbbed with a heat that invaded every part of her lower regions. She could feel her climax build and she hoped that her Mistress would not stop. Close. So close. Heather dared not open her eyes, for to. I shave my legs and under my arms, and E takes me for waxingonce every couple of months. She insists that I treat my skin well, so Iuse moisturizers and skin cremes to keep my skin soft and smooth. I havebeen for laser treatments for my facial hair, which is thinner now andeasier to manage and conceal, but still, I do not quite yet have smoothand feminine cheeks. It will not be long though.Makeup has been the hardest thing for me to accept about my femininity.It doesn't feel natural. It feels. I may be a rapist, technically, but the violent aspect of rape isn’t what I’m here for. I just want to pluck any fruit I see, without jumping any of the social hurdles. Mother and daughter would both enjoy our activities, ultimately, and maybe the subsequent “fantasies” would lead to them having better understanding of each other. As sexual entities, if nothing else.So.Both women were experiencing the flow of time, just as I was, but an observer wouldn’t know it. Neither could move, and the.