A hand grasped each ofmy butt cheeks and my own hands caressed theirs in return.( let your passions flow, there is only passion, the musicdemands it,.....I demand it)I don't remember much after that, remembering detailsbecame irrelevant, even the lovely music ceased to hold myattention***I awoke the following morning comfortable, my arms drapedover Saah, my torso touching the smooth warmth of theSatyr's side, his soft blonde braids tickling my nose.My nipple...I suddenly became much more. He glanced at Molly. ‘You didn’t tell her?’ Molly shook her head. ‘Good! I will!’ he wiggled to the edge of his seat. ‘I’ve been looking at your photographs a lot lately, there’s just something about them that catches my eye, but anyway. I’ve been looking at them and I realized–‘ he stopped and looked up, almost as if watching a cloud pass by in the sky. Caden followed his gaze, only seeing white ceiling. ‘–this is the kind of thing I want in my gallery. This progression, this ability to. We do change it often, but the time honored favorite is this method. We always go back to this method without fail. Moaning and whimpering are all I hear. So beautiful. I am finally inside you to the hilt. We relax like this for a few seconds. I can feel you pussy lips flex. Feel you squeezing my cock. You place your hands on my chest and sit up, your pussy pulling at my cock. You slowly sit back down. You start cooing. I place my hands on your hips. You rotate your hips in such a manner that. “We ... speak different languages, ah, you and I. The things I see? They are wrapped in the past...” I sucked one nipple into my mouth, my lips as soft and gentle as my fingers had been fierce. “Mmmrr, shrouded in the veils of magick. Ah, gods. I cannot translate. You must, mmhh, yes, keep doing that...” I kissed a slow, gentle line between one breast and the other, my free hand stroking her glorious silver hair.The Silver Lady regarded me – her face alight with pleasure – as I looked up at.