The lucky Minotaur had seen a mouse crouching low peering down one of the tunnels. He crept up on her and wrapped his arms around her mouth and chest... silencing her surprised scream. He squeezed her tight until her struggles ceased. He picked her up in a fireman’s carry and walked her to the nearest Pedestal, each step up the incline triggered splashes of red light. He placed her down, the quivering mouse looking up at him in fear. He stroked her hair and laid down next to her, telling her. They paused long enough for her to ease her arms around his neck and whisper “wow, what a welcome!” kissing again, passionately for what seemed an eternity. I smiled like a fool, but it was more from embarrassment than any kind of pleasure. Phillipe had told me to help myself to a drink of wine and that’s what I was now doing, simply to divert my own awkwardness. When I sat back down at the table the kissing had moved on and Jill’s blouse was now unbuttoned. Phillipe’s hands were enjoying her. He was naked and aroused—for her. “My Mistress,” he sighed. She knelt before him, sinking her fingers into his mane. His hair was so silky, soft. She wanted to lift his face, to glimpse the beauty she suspected the red locks hid. Emily licked her lips, wanting desperately to kiss his shyness away. “You don’t have to call me mistress.” A bark of laughter had her snapping her eyes open. Rio’s shocked blue eyes were mere inches from hers because she had her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him. We got back and Pieter put the ice and beer into the cooler by their tent. I noticed the tent was moving and as Pieter stuck his head in I could see Peggy's legs wrapped around Lars with his cock buried deep in her. The light from the stage lit up the interior very well. Pieter pulled his head back and said lets go find them. I went along with it and as we were looking around Lars and Peggy appeared behind us. Peggy kissed me and whispered He's big and good. Then she said I missed you guys..