As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with id...as that there's more to this world than a few hundred yards of otherworldly ground.That being said, I did approach the Zansasi on my first trip, that being the reason for coming at all, and ask about directions to a place of my imagination. A favorite story of mine.They didn't reply then (which I'm told they never do), and I've never heard. My mound and legs were smoothly shaven. I reached between my thighs and gently rubbed my clit.I could not wait any longer. I could not even wait for my hubby, since my beloved Victor was coming back home the next day.As I began to squeeze my clit between my naughty fingers, something caught my eye in the back yard. Our neighbor Tyrrell was dragging the mower out of the shed. The dark skin in his black torso was covered in sweat.The young guy had been lifting weights and now he was going to mow. She started humping up and down and her body was shaking and she was moaning and shooting climaxes again. I started working those two shafts in and out of her and she kept humping on them. In my opinion this was new to her and she loved it. I thought to myself that she is going to really love that big black cock later.After several minutes and about as many climaxes for her I turned the vibrator off and left the double-shafted dildo in her two holes. Kimie quit climaxing and turned on her side. I also noticed that she wore very little makeup. I remember her from from a Star Trek movie but not much else. I checked the ratings site if there was a demand for her. In the Mideast she was the 18th highest rated celebrity. In the South American area she was rated almost as high. I had her sign a slave contract. I ordered her into strip. I took nude photos of her and put it on a secured channel. With in minutes, I was getting bids for her. A friend offered to fly her on his private jet to the.