"Greetings, oh Holy One. I am she who is called She Who Saw." She held herself like that for a moment, then stood. Her eyes were bright with tears, bo...y seeming to tremble. Sam noticed her gown, unlike that of the others, was not white, but seemingly an unending rainbow of thin threads running its length. One hand rose to wipe her eyes. "Forgive me, Lady. I ... I never thought I'd see one of your kind again. It's almost too much."Sam frowned."If you will forgive me, Ma'am, but ... you are. I walked over to them and asked which driver was Jacque. An older, stockier man stepped forward, holding his calloused hand out to me. ‘Jacque Dupuis, Madame’ he graciously introduced himself and grabbed my hand. Instead of shaking my hand, as I expected, he raised it to his lips and gently brushed a kiss over it. ‘It is a pleasure Madame. I, uh, believe I am to be your driver.’ He declared glaring back at the other two men, holding the other two signs with Morrison printed on them, before. (Before I close this edition I will tell you how everything 'came' out tonight. She's here and it is break time for us! Back later with more.)Another time, for a tease, I revisited the "Coke bottle, ass fuck" for her. It had been years since she had seen the original photo of one of those in my 'tail'. She'd all but forgotten about it. This time she was able to see "The Real Thing" as that same company advertises. Finding an eight-ounce bottle for the project took some searching.When SIN'. I chose a pair of black fence net thigh highs to show my beautiful legs and stiletto high heels. I also chose to wear my shorter blonde wig (jaw-length) and some heavy make up.I didn't know I wasn't alone. I was starting to prepare my ass with some lubricant and to squeeze my big black dildo in when Elena came out of her room, walking sexily towards me, wearing the same outfit that I saw her wearing in the bathroom and also a pair of long black gloves that she had borrowed from my secret.