We wanted to have a moment before we played that would inspire the mindset of playing a game, that would establish the feeling of Dom and submissive, ...t least for us.It was a very basic ritual. She knelt between my legs, facing away, and I brushed her hair. We always started this quietly, where I smoothed my hand through her locks and she bowed her head, where I caressed the back of her neck and she reacted with submission, going still with her emotional atmosphere.It was always me who had to. .. nothing truly stopping me, from devouring him into my mouth, except your hands holding him and stroking him so closely that I don't think I could get "in" ... and not wanting you to stop ... I grab onto your legs ... and I can feel your tight strong muscles ... and I'm talking dirty to you as you stroke him, and I grab your sack through your pants and apply some pressure right under them ... rubbing there and I stop, but you say, keep doing that it feels good, and I said, "ya, I know it. She had a tropical tan and hair pulled on over her left shoulder. She came and stood right in front of Shaurya, facing him. His head was filled by the scent emanating from her body. He didn’t make any effort to change the angle of his head which was directly looking into her shirt. Shaurya noticed that as the floors lowered her chest heaved much heavily, giving shape to a handsome cleavage. Moments later Shaurya had completely forgotten about this female whose face hadn’t been introduced to his. Only an injured, fitfully sleeping man lay across the fire from her.The night passed slowly, what with tending to the man's needs every so many minutes. Deepening to the hours far past sunset, yet long before dawn, Mary's thoughts drifted in the fire lit darkness. When they became entangled, she was uncertain.It wasn't Lucifer and Mother bothering her this time. The voices were silent. It wasn't the sounds of beetles and bugs trudging along the ground, or a sharpness to the fire's light.