Suddenly, the light gets brighter. The warmth seems to bathe your whole body through your robe. You look up and through the bright light you can barel... make out the shape of a man, descending from the sky. Its unclear whether the light is coming from behind him or radiating from him, but as he comes closer, you can see more of him. He's slim and muscular, with dark skin and he's wearing nothing but that light. His foot touches the grass in front of you. Your eyes move up from it, his well. Brent felt extremely happy, rather like a honeymooner and pleased he felt no guilt from betraying his wife. He supposed that would come later, like being hit by a brick. Brent stirred and stretched and patted Tracy’s head. She’d arrived to administer to him, what a wonderful way to enter a new morning – dawn colored the sea and painted the eastern-facing flanks of the outer island while his morning erection was being variously sucked, licked, twisted and swallowed by someone determined to treat. This was a paying gig and since the person paying them was connected to the girl that wanted to play some music with the band, he was fine with it. It wasn't as if they were being recorded. If she sucked, she sucked. As long as they got paid. Times were hard for musicians and this was a very well paying gig.Kevin, their cittern player, had other things on his mind though."Fionna," he'd said, "I still can't believe the change in you!"He'd come into the band only in the last year, and so had. She gestured, and Marcie crawled off to the side.Laura's smile turned sly. "Step forward, slave."Heather did so until Laura held up a hand for her to stop."So you wish your reward now?" Laura said. "You wish to cum?" Only if it is what you want of me, Mistress," Heather said in a husky voice. Her pussy oozed as she looked upon her Mistress' folds, a single finger teasing a still slick clit. Heather again envisioned her own tongue touching the delicious flesh instead and hoped she would have an.