Her thighs too had burn marks of cigarettes, cut marks from knife and wounds from an iron rod. Ridhima closed her eyes. She always felt the same pain ...y looking at the scars that she felt when Sandeep inflicted them on her. But the next second, she felt a pair of warm and soft hands running over her thighs.They acted like an ointment for her. She felt relieved. Slowly a pair of lips joined the hands, and now she was being kissed and caressed at the same time. A slight moan of pleasure came out. She waitedin the car. He had reserved their cabin, number six, which stood alone and alittle bit back from the lakeshore.? Theyliked the privacy but that wasn?t going to be a problem this weekend. Theleaves had already fallen and hunting season was still weeks away. The touristswere gone and they had the place to themselves.Charlie drove down the narrow dirt path thencarefully backed up to the cabin. He opened the car door for her. The car stoodbetween her and the owners lodge, but she was. His father did this each night as a way to get a feel for how the farm breathed. He had long believed that this land was like a living creature, and if you listened just right, she’d tell you a lot. So it was only right that he continue that tradition. Harold had been doing it since they died, but he had gone back to town tonight. The Ford was in pretty good shape and he made the trip around the property in no time. As he headed back towards the garage, he thought back to the steady stream of. I am wearing a teal blue satin nightie, the color of blue found in peacock feathers, it is slinky and silky and feels good as it caresses my skin; my nipples growing erect and puckered under the nightie. I am remembering my last special delivery and feel moisture on my vertical lips. My tongue swipes across my lips and wets them, feeling hungry I reach down and lift the fabric of my gown, I spread my legs wide and shift forward on my chair. I run a finger slowly and deliberately down the length.