His hand gestures his many moves. I had poured him a glass of wine his favorite of course. 2001 Domaine De La Janasse Chateauneuf Du Pape Vielles Vign...s. He was well pleased I would have served him this. More pleased than surprised it seemed. I loved that in a man. After all pleasure was enjoyed shared. ‘Dinner is ready Bart let us go.’ I offered my arm as we walked to the table. Conversation was tantalizing my senses. I noted his every move his every gesture. I also noted his space from his. The IN button pops out and the OUT button becomes depressed. ‘Combine your senses. Trace a path with your hands to follow what your eyes are seeing,’ a voice says. Your eyes pop open a bit further as you just realize what the implications of this voice are. Her movements earlier were not a coincidence, she could hear every word you said, you were the director, and now the roles have flipped. You recover, and stare back at your focal point of where you think her eyes would be and trace your. " As usual," she commented with little heat.Aislin smiled, although she wasn't his grandmother by blood she was byaction. Walking back to the campfire, he checked make sure that thecoals were evenly spread before stirring the contents in the pot. Thebarley stew, mixed with mushrooms and leeks would keep everyone happyfor the long day ahead."That poor excuse for a boy should not be here."Aislin ignored the words coming from the tall middle-aged woman. Suchvitriolic comments flew from the woman's. As is. Have a good evening."Seconds ticked by and I was grabbed, pulled to a platform, hands placed in manacles, ankles done likewise, and then a blind fold put on my eyes. Feeling my arms going up. Ankles pulling apart. Soon, I was spread eagled. Then, modifications were being made along with catcalls..."Duct tape ITs ass apart, Billy." and I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart and taped that way. "Shine the light on her gurl pussy. Damn...that is smoooooooth.....and pink...shit.....look at.