She huddled up against her lover's warm body, hoping that this would compensate for the biting chill of the wind.Every day these days, Glade and Ivory...would leave the village just before dawn and tramp across the steppes to another patch of woodland that the shaman knew was good for foraging. They wouldn't return to the village until the Sun had dropped, which at this time of the year wasn't long before the sun rose again.There was a similar rhythm, Ivory learnt, to Glade's procession when she. She asked for the cash first and I told her the cash was at my house.I stopped her at the front door as I turned around after opening it and said that she needed to leave everything in the box there on the porch and enter naked to start the interview, ‘it is a Power Exchange BDSM job’ leaving the door open I went to the kitchen to get us both a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She was standing on the porch when I set both bottles on the table and only after she saw me take out my money. Jeez, hurry up already.The lightest of grunts came to her ear, another sigh that she knew was her mom. Lauren sank into the uncomfortable mix of embarrassment, disgust, and unexpectedly, arousal. Her dad grunted again, just a gravelly vibration that was very soft.Then the bed was still, the hand withdrawn from her butt. She lay still a while, too exhausted to contemplate things further. Maybe this is just part of my nightmare... Soft breathing returned behind her and her mother's body seemed. It was a pleasurable experience.I stood up and looked around my room. I felt a slight discomfort being there. I’m not sure why, but it felt uncomfortable for a few moments. I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and headed to take a shower.I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the fresh fuzzy towel hanging from the hook. I put it on my head and began drying my shoulder-length brown curly hair. I wrapped the towel around me and stood in front of the mirror. I could feel the fresh stubble on my.