’ And she plucked a sprig of fresh thyme from a pot on the windowsill and stripped the tiny leaves into the gently simmering mushroom mixture. ‘Yo...’re quite the little Master Chef,’ I said. Eloise laughed. ‘I wouldn’t say that. But I do like food. Which is probably why I’m not the little anything. I thought you would have worked that out by now.’ Like food? Yes, one only had to see her at work in the kitchen. But more than that, I got the impression that Eloise liked life. And she liked it in. In each hand she held a slave collar."Do you want to wear my collars?" Yes, Mistress," we both chimed in unison."Show me how much you want it."She stepped forward so that both of her feet were near us. Jenny and I simultaneously bent forward and began to worship our Mistress's feet with our mouths and tongues. We continued to prostrate ourselves before her for quite some time, giving ourselves to her, showing our devotion through this submissive act.Eventually, she said, "Enough."We resumed our. She slipped her arms out of her straps and just let it hang on her large breasts for a moment before pulling it off. Her breasts were even bigger out of that bra and her nipples and areolas were much darker than I had expected…almost black…or rather a rich chocolate brown. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the side waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them down her hips in slow motion. She was better than a stripper that I had seen in a movie. When she turned around I could see her dark. " Hi to you, too! Feeling better?" I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open." There's an easy cure for that--so sleep." But..." I waved my hand in the direction of the window."What happened?" Oh. The ash fall started two days ago."I found out that the ranger captain got on the TV and read the riot act to all the people sitting around on their asses eating and bitching with nothing to do. PVC A-frames and visqueen covered the truck garden seedlings with halide lights above. Teams of people were.