In the style of Chinese artworks being painted, his tail sets on a swirling, spiraling movement across this location; she sets an iron-willed command ...nto each muscle of her leg, so no movement results.So it continues for many a minute, pressing her reserves of iron-control and discipline to the uttermost limits. She must not move, twitch, or give in; not while her life is on the line from the hunters below.I get out of this I will have a squirrel dinner; seems to be the meal of my life –. If you have any questions or comments do not hesitate to post them. THANKS! ???? Behind Those Glasses Prologue I breathed deep. I could not remember how I got here.. but its morning. I twist my head looking for some indication of what I did last night and I see a head. HOLY SHIT… who the fuck is in my room? I sat up, looking at the body next to mine. I hesitated, wondering who could be underneath it. I pulled back the cover, and almost screamed….. Part 1 My name is Benjamin, preferably Ben. I. I'm the one who told you.," I said."I knew I heard it somewhere," Wilma said lightly. "So what is going on with you?" I am waiting for Jason to call about a party this weekend. Are you interested?" I asked."I'm not sure. I really need to give that some thought," she said."So you and Royce are seeing each other?" I asked."Not really seeing, but we did have dinner a couple of days ago. In a real restaurant with real table clothes," she explained. "He invited Shawn, so they had a great time. He certainly wasn't the little boy she had left in January just a few short months ago. She then realized that her pussy was itching again and without conscious thought her fingers found just the right place to scratch. She lay there feeling spent but happy her silk dressing gown was now open all the way down the front, her small breast bare and her legs wide open."Shit, what am I doing," she said softly to her self, "frigging myself silly because I've flashed a little bit of thigh at my.