And they were sitting on their knees, still watching and smiling. So I just sat on my rear, spread my legs out and kept stroking it. They scooted a li...tle closer, about a foot away from me, and began stroking my right thigh. My cock jumped at their touch, and they giggled as it did, so I grabbed it again, got up on my knees, situated myself in front of them, and let it get harder and grow more before their eyes. They just stared blankly at it as it sprung up, slowly, jumping when I squeezed. The sweet breath. The soft breast. The urgent half-despairing sighs that slipped through hungry, petal-tender lips....Stone. I kept my eyes closed and wrapped the calm rationality of Heart of Stone around me like a mantle before I dared even think of her again.What did I know? I brought to mind a hundred stories of Felurian and plucked out the recurring themes. Felurian was beautiful. She charmed mortal men. They followed her into the Fae and died in her embrace.How did they die? It was fairly. I leaned over and stroked his leg and said that I am not looking for a lover, just sex to keep us feeling good once in a while. My hand slid up to his crotch and molded over his big penis very softly. I could feel him push toward my hand with his body and relax into a dreamy feeling of extacy. I probed deeper and harder with my strokes, his breathing was becoming heavier. I then reached over with my other hand and worked on getting his fly down with little resistance. I knew I had him turned on. Quand je me rebellais ? mon tour, je fus enferm? pendant plusieursjours, au pain sec et ? l'eau. Ma?tresse Abiga?l me mena?a, si je ne mesoumettais pas, de me vendre ? un r?seau de prostitution!Vaincue, j'apprenais ma nouvelle vie. J'?tais d?sormais C?lia, une filleet une soubrette: le travail, la tenue et le maquillage toujoursimpeccables, j'allais toujours ?tre au service de ma Ma?tresse. Au boutde quelques mois, je fus d?clar?e "bonne pour le service", et je meretrouvais au service de madame.