Laughed, really. He turned on the other end of the vibe, the one resting on her clit, on its lowest speed. She gripped her chair again. After about 20...seconds he turned it off. Then he turned the other one back on. He let that run for a full minute then turned it off. The the clit vibe again, 20 seconds, then off. She was squirming now in her lounge, definitely in need of an orgasm. He was going to oblige, but only when he thought it was time. He waited a minute until the waiter came back over. She held open the skin covering for Ankneela but did not enter herself.Ankneela found herself in a large space, lit by candles and richly decorated, with two grass beds raised off the floor on platforms. Facing her was one of the feathered-ones, but not one she recognized. The woman was older, perhaps past her c***d-bearing years but not by much. Still beautiful and regal in demeanor. She put her hands on Ankneela’s shoulders and spoke at some length. Ankneela understood none of it and shook. "I immediately stare down at my feet, as if to admit my submission, but you already knew I was yours. You've known since the beginning. You own me. We are on our way somewhere, I'm not allowed to ask, but I know we are heading north. I start to sigh, wanting to touch you, wanting to taste you, wanting you in every way. There's music playing in the background but I don't hear what's being said, all I hear is your breathing. Then, as if you read my mind, you unzip your pants and pull out your. He was a professional in his 30's who had his own place. He had sent us some face pics and my wife said he was handsome (like I am going to know the difference): blond hair, blue eyes, about 6 feet 200lbs. He seemed very respectful and understanding of what we wanted, so we agreed to meet him at his place one weekend evening. We dressed for the weather (summertime), so we were both in shorts. I wore a polo and sweetwife wore a sleeveless shirt. We packed a change of clothes for her just.