. the voice of an angel. Dave shut his eyes as she instructed and just listened to her voice as she spoke softly about love, faith, spiritual intimacy...and openness, letting go, spiritual healing and balance, and then intention and manifestation.As Sasha talked, Dave became aware of an unidentifiable but subtle aroma in the room. Sasha’s strong hands then started to rub warm oils into his skin, touching the muscles on his back, his legs, calves, and buttocks. Her touch was strong and her voice. As her body did this she began to scream and shout again.'Oh shit.Oh fuck.Fuck i'm coming'.With this her pussy opened up and she began to spray her pussy juices in a wide arc,covering the office floor.'Oh god i can't stop it.I have never come like this before'.She continued to come for a few more minutes before she subsided.Looking down at the floor,which looked like the roof had sprung a leak she said,'bloody hell.Look at the state of the bloody floor'.As she lay back i took my still stiff. Her weapon was generally strapped across her back, the strap moving over her shoulders and creasing between her full breasts. It was wider than most, a barrel sticking out between the tip of two blades, and a handle pulling the hybrid weapon together. The evening was warmer than most, the woods chirping with the sounds of the night-life coming alive with the darkness. A modest campfire had been made, and a long rope tied between two trees holding Talyns garments. Her armor was on the ground,. Even his hands and forearms are strapped down. He can move his head, and he does so to look back over his shoulder toward his lady. They exchange comments, but we can’t hear them because we’re listening to her intro dialogue in voice-over. She’s got a friendly, warm, Mancunian accent.“Hello ... My name’s Charlene Tudor ... I’m 30-years-old, and I’m from Rusholme, in Manchester.”On screen she laughs at whatever her wheelchair bound partner has just said. A genuine, friendly laugh that lights up.