The pain she's tried to push down, the ache she swallows every day, refusing to relieve the grief. Nova's chin quivers as she begins to crack; on the ...erge of hyperventilating. Her anguish pours out of her, no longer able to contain it.“Oh, Nova.” The woman holds her hands and slides upon Nova’s lap. “I am in tune with the universe, but I do not control the stars above.” She places Nova’s hands on her bare thighs as the cloak rides up further. Taking her own, she cradles her face. “I am just a. How is my little kajira? I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my pissy tone, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things. He didnt address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me. It has a washcloth in it. Nothing looks suspicious. The worst of it is that Theresa has to pick it up, dump it into the wash and fold another in there. So far, it had worked.Yesterday, when Jessica was taking her shower, Theresa told me that she could tell that I was more at ease. Even though she didn't like changing the cloth, she appreciated that it made things easier on me. Translation: she'd put up with the changing of the cloth, if I'd keep my hands and other parts to myself.So, here I am. ..the other 2 joined in taking pictures and making comments,but they wee all still wanking their cocks as they did so,so I thought,fuck it,I will brass this out and see what happens.So I stood up and simply asked them"whos going ride me then???"So the guy who is actually my gaffer at work stood forward and said,"you got rubbers??"I nodded and gave him one,he pulled it onto his quite impressive cock a good 8 inches he had,told me to turn and bend over the car bonnet,I was already lubed as my.