On the floor next to her stood a heavy bag. It no doubt contained her things. Angique chuckled inwardly. How little of them she would need here.Kristi... waited nervously. She leaned from one foot on the other. Angique did not utter a word of welcome. She not even showed a smile. The girl did not know how to behave. She felt herself slip into an embarrassed void of helplessness.After a minute she looked up. Her eyes opened in wide wonder. Her sweet brow frowned."I have arrived, Mistress", she. ..' She gasped out as i kissed her again. She surrendered all the way now as i kept thrusting into her fine pussy. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet. Halfway through she stopped me and pushed me off suddenly before straddling me and forcing my length deep within her. She rode my like a possessed woman, holding me down as she fucked me merciless to her first orgasm. She gasped for breath as she fell back on the bed. I grinned and picked her up, turned her over onto her knees and drove back. But since nothing else had worked, that would soon change. After taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she padded barefoot into the room, said, “Jason, I need your opinion on something,” and strode over to the side of his bed. He glanced away from, “Great Expectations,” then did a quick double take and turned his head for a better look. His eyes trailed up her thighs to the impossibly short hem of the t-shirt and then on up to her face. When their eyes met, he gave her that. It was a welcome change from when we met in the Room of Ghosts. She dropped the jacket and gently took the blanket from me. She covered herself and asked, “How do I use it?”I shook myself and met her eyes. “You have to say ‘hide me’ three times.”“And where will I go?”I swallowed to wet my throat. “It’ll be a town filled with people and events that cater to the sorts of things you enjoy.”“Do tell,” she said as she rubbed the blanket against herself. One corner flipped down in the wind, revealing.