That evening, somewhere between Tilverton and Arabel —as far in the wild as I had ever been—the rift between Anarion and myself grew even wider, i... that was possible. He completely ignored me and actually had to be reminded to allow me to serve him.Have I mentioned that I hate doing chores? I cannot stand being told to have to do something, and I have detested everything to do with domestic duties since my mother first forced me as a child.I almost refused. I was in a foul temper but not only. I, on the other hand am sitting here at my desk, my backheld very straight and my enhanced butt right on the edge of my woodenoffice chair. I am wearing a pair of very strappy sandals with threeinch heels and buckling ankle straps with the end of the strap taped tothe part that circles my ankle. Green shoes with matching green tape.(No dear, no locks, they are not necessary and I believe you willunderstand why shortly, please read on). Covering my feet and legs arevery sheer, very silky, seamed. I eased the last bead in and out slowly to the rhythm of my tongue dancing hard in and out of her other dripping, hot little hole. The sounds Cathy was making now couldn't be called screams anymore, they were hungry, primitive little moans and gasps that were an incredible turn-on. I had completely forgotten about Mark, but the little rush of air as he opened the shower door to enter reminded me. All things given, he had shown quite a lot of restraint waiting this long to join us. Mark picked. This was the ice breaker we needed. We exchanged names and details of what we do. She said thank you and we were engrossed in a deep conversation. As we reached sector 18 the metro started to empty. I found a seat next to her. The moment I touched her body I knew she was the one. They say that love is something that happens in an instance, and knows no explanation. My case was similar; I only wished she felt the same for me. I was lost in the depth of her big eyes, her smile was the only thing.