"I think so" I said."Well Stephanie, everything you said is true. But the only reason youare on this trip is to take care of us MEN, and take care of ...s you aregoing to do. If one of us wants a beer, you are to get it, if we want afoot massage you are to give it. If we want you to make a sandwich,you'll make it. You are our Maid for this weekend and we all know youlike it. You showed up yesterday, not only wearing the skirt and slip Igiven you, but high heels, stocking's, a garter belt, a. So how do I explain?Her scent lingers still, and my flesh once again becomes firm. Can she sense that from where she is? Does she too imagine the flesh, my flesh or her own, as part of this twisting of time, where yesterday becomes today, and where past becomes present and future? Does she control time to that extent, where she can place herself beside me, where our bodies once again touch, but this time with no armour and with no boundaries?Can she feel my hardness in her own hand, as I now. She smiled at me and said “don’t worry.I know you’re longing for me.Go on and taste me as your slut”.I was too happy on hearing it.She took hold of my hair and gave me a deep kiss.I replied it with another deep kiss.She started slipping her hands into my top and feeling my boobs on my bra.I was in cloud nine.I hastily pinched her pink nipples and teased them with my tongue. I took her breast in my mouth and started pressing another with my hand.I literally grabbed and twisted her boobs.She. I used the tips of my index fingers to peel open her lips and reveal the tender inner flesh. I smiled as I did so, enjoying touching her so intimately. Knowing she had no experience with this, I wasted no time exploring her with my fingers. I set out with my tongue to discover this new territory. First I touched the wet tip of my tongue to the tip of her clit. It was peeking out at me from under its hood, curious about the new stranger. When I made contact, Patrice made a sound. It was kind of.