.. Fucking... Really fucking." She seemed to drift deeper, farther, her soft smile growing more elated, and she moaned a breathy "Ooooh!" and seemed t... float in a distant world for a moment. Then she tensed, and she circled her hips once, grounding her clit against my cock, and she hissed, "Ah, it's so good!" Then she eased up a little and seemed to float dreamily again. I fucked her lovingly and steadily, starting to ache on my arms but too captivated by Ronnie's rapture to waver, wanting to. Is it really that bad?’ She asked, leaning on her side to glance back at me, seeing the tears that made her beautiful lightning eyes enhance into a baby, Sky blue. ‘It’s pretty bad, Alex. Just, lay down.’ After her doing so, I lightly placed the ice on her back, even as gently as I did, she still nearly screamed from the ice. After placing it, I leaned down beside her, taking her face in my hands. It was only then, just how fragile she was. Her tears were already streaking down her face. It was. A moan or a groan ... or some slight change in the tone of one of the multitudinous machines attached to the patient in the chrome and white bed because her magazine fluttered to the floor as she leaped to her feet, gave out a squeak, and poetry in motion ... fled. From my position in the corner of the ceiling of the obvious hospital room I could read the title of the tome so rudely tossed.Proceedings of the Naval Observatory.A Compendium of Recent Discoveries as relates to Celestial Bodies. Thanking the Master for his knowledge, this slave begins the chronicle.Oneday, first day of Am, 7851Chronicle 7Master sits upon a leather chair, deep red in color. The room is one hundred forty four feet square. There are two bookcases made of solid cherry wood, each bookcase is filled with first editions. Biographies of humanity's greatest, sit next to classic works of fiction. Upon each bookcase rest artifacts from the Master's collection, glass orbs and pyramids, an antique clock, a ten inch.