She tells me stay right where i am, she takes her leather hand cuffs and cuffs my hands behind my back, then takes her used ankle sock that she has be...n wearing all day and shoves it in my mouth. taking my leather gimp mask and placing it over my head, shoving on the bed on my front. she then sits on my back so she can tie the back of the gimp mask up. the mask has a blindfold on it and a open mouth hole just in case she wanted to take the sock out he he.she tels me to role over and slide the. Much happier times.The voices of Addison and Kenna brought her out of her deep reflection.“Sydney, it's so beautiful,” Kenna said, “I love the dark oak rafters, they go perfectly with the beige walls. And look at that fireplace, it's just beautiful, and I love how that elegant stonework goes all the way up the wall and into the ceiling,”“The furniture is so sleek and modern Syd, and these paintings, they're just beautiful, who decorated this place?” said Addison.“My mom did, she used to be an. We parted ways with Ray because we were anxious to get home, as we’d already been apart from our family for eight days and still had a three-day ride in front of us.The three days in the saddle were only so-so, but the two nights before we arrived home were spectacular. Connie was as passionate as she could be as we wrung out every drop of pleasure that we could from each other.On Friday, November 16th, 1877, Connie and I rode up to our rancho. I think even my little Comanche woman was more. In fact, we had no cell phones, no modern appliances or conveniences with us, either. We were on a wide open meadow, near a forest and a river. Of course, that made sense. I wasn’t sure where it was, but it was a very rustic, pastoral locale, and that suited the Fae very well. I smiled at January Jones and Christina Hendricks as I approached them, both of them affected by their inner Fae, and we began mating, the three of us kicking off the endless debauchery for what it was worth.I slid in and.