"It is going to be alright," brushing Godiva's tears away. " 'Diva, you did -real- good by telling me." Trying to calm her down, I inform her. "The Ki...dred are here in force."I have to think fast. Gwen could be in real trouble. "You know this place really well?" I ask, trying to be patient with her. But I may have been a little brisk with her as Godiva cringes back from me."I just want you to tell me where they would have taken her?" I can see Godiva cracking with the pressures I am bring to. Strangely, she felt the object in her opening pop up a little, and felt air escaping. Then she realized that he was using a squeeze-bottle or a funnel, and as she filled up he had to let out the air that was being displaced. The thought of how open her cunt was gave her a wicked thrill, and she wondered what his goal for her was. The goop continued to fill her, and she concentrated on relaxing herself to take as much of it as she could. Finally, she felt it ooze out, and he stopped pouring."You. .. to you?” I looked at her again.She was smiling but serious. Her hands were clasped in front, swaying slightly, as if she was a giddy schoolgirl turning in last night’s writing assignment.“Yes.”“This?” I pointed again to the front page with a raised brow and an upticked pitch in my voice, still a bit flabbergasted.“Yes,” she repeated, confidently.“It’s, umm, pretty dirty.”“I know, love. You wrote it. I’ve read it. And yes, I have typed it out.” Her voice was soft and stern, with eyes to. Soon Rosalind came – and she DID cum like a thing unholy. We rested for awhile and then went to dinner. Our conversation was light and loving and for the life of me I can’t remember what we discussed. Back in our suite, we took some photos both clothed and nekked, and then retired to the sauna lest we leave some stone unturned in our quest for sex-play. In the sauna, though Rosalind began teasing me mercilessly. “Feel my pussy” she told me. I did. “Feel how hot it’s getting? I’m soaking up heat.