"With that, she stood. Looking down at me, still on my knees, she spoke,"Take them off." And with trembling fingers, I lowered her panties.Looking a...ain into her eyes, she reached out to run her fingers throughmy hair. "What you do next shows that you accept your new place inlife," She said. "And that place is under my control," she continued.And then she sat again. Opening her legs slowly, she continued to holdmy gaze. I did not look away. I couldn't. Her next words were simpleand. Spending the better part of a month among them, learning about their medicinal herbs and folk remedies, I was allowed to witness a strange and bizarre ritual, a rite of passage more accurately, that is unheard of outside of their world , and occurs only when strict requirements are met. One of the major beliefs of these people is that the de-flowering of their women is sacred, and may only be undertaken by the eldest male off-spring of the last man who performed the task. The ritual only takes. Maybe even Lando in it. I had fantasies of being Princess Leia and taking on all three guys, being their slut, while they fucked each other when they wished, too. I also had fantasies of being an Orion slave girl from the Star Trek universe. Yes, the idea of being your personal plaything really turns me on,” Rosa confessed, her kisses not leaving my flesh now.“I’m really yours, Master. It’s what I’ve always wanted to be,” she added, “Even when I was with George, I had fantasies of you walking. " Nice to meet you." You too."They walked together toward the back of the cabin. Philip noted she stood much shorter than him. Her hair was long and gold with red highlights. Her eyes, once he'd taken his time to gaze into them he discovered were a rich green. They reached the canoe and he began to work on the knots that looked as if they had been secured over twenty years ago.Tiara watched him pull on the swollen cord and chose that time to admire his physic. His body was tone and firm. His.