For quick starts or getting over obstacles, she practiced hopping, pushing back with both knees while she reached forward with her hands, then putting...her weight on her hands while she pulled her knees forward. When she crossed the finish line, Robert would activate the remote control. The vibrations were strong, and she would have a strong orgasm, going weak as the device raged inside her. Each race, the orgasm came sooner, and, even if she practiced alone, when Robert wasn't there to. For another hour the two exchanged angry words, dirty looks, and the occasion light swat against each other's arms. Once or twice, Steve even gave one of little Amy's blond pigtails a sharp yank, causing their mother to yell angrily at them both. The trip seemed to get longer and longer as time went on. But then, they past the first sign advertising the Black Thorn Restaurant in the town of Ravensmoor. That was when it happened.With a heavy silence hanging over the van, Steve glanced askance at. Lace flowed abundantly from the square neckline cut low around her shoulders and 3⁄4 length sleeves. The full skirt floated over a stuffed pad roll along her hips, making her waist look tiny. "Very c'est le dernier cri," she told herself.Her long hair she wore loose flowing down her back and was a rich brown color. Fortunately her skin was smooth enough not to require a layer of cosmetics. When she had looked at herself in the mirror that morning, she had been surprised at how vivid her brown. ”“Not that difficult,” Chaos smiled. “I saw it in your eyes the first time we met again on that little hill, when you asked for the Atyseos Shard.”“You saw what?” Kassja asked a little doubtfully.“You looked like starving; there was so much hunger in your eyes.” Chaos laughed.“You have no idea!” Kassja growled. “A Thousand years! On Atyseos you fed me so much power I felt drunk of it. Suddenly alone on Calmyra I had to live on the paltry crumbs my mother ceded to me, and the bit I could steal.