What is left of a devastating army is nearly nothing but broken men on a field of pulverized ground. Milling across the field is an, until this moment... a never seen herd of massive b**sts and standing in the middle of it all are two riders of those b**sts in identical garb of hooded capes, their weapons not even drawn.Bartle rides through his men and leaps the smoldering trench and stops before the two riders, his sons alongside him, and his men following. Goran and Cat push their hood back. I regained my full composure and quickly wrapped my arms around him and this time kissed him on his lips. It felt so good kissing him again and having him in my arms that I didn't want it to end. But after a nice long passionate kiss, I let him go and backed off, asking him what he was doing there. He told me Carole had told him I was coming down for the week and she thought it would be nice if he was there when I got there. The rest of the day was spent going over fond memories and I managed. Usake satha kabhi kabhi sexy chatting ki thi to dar bhi lag raha tha.Mai or sonali bike pe baithke bombey ke liye nikale, tabhi usane muze kaha ki koi jaldi nhi he chaho to kahi ruk sakte ho. Maine bhi achchi jagah dekhkr bike rok di or baju me hi hum baith gaye.Bolne ki himmat nhi thi to mobile nikal ke mai photos dekhne laga, wo bhi karib aakar photos dekhne lagi.Usi samay achank se humare lip takra gaye, o sharma gai or usane najr jhukai, isika fayda uthakar sonali ko or karib khicha or kiss. The night before Mistress M wrote me to travel with the black thoong with one whole in it and the leather cock ring arond my balls and cock. furthermore i was supposed to travel with the buttplug inside me until i arrived at the airport in my mistresses hometown.the next day i did as i was told and travelled to my mistress, arriving at the airport i went to the bathroom and took the butt plug out as instructed. i entered a cab and gave the cabdriver the adress (156 Mistress Avenue :-) ). In the.