I tasted it. The sweat was salty. I moved my nose to the string from the ass. The cloth that was in between her ass cheeks soaking up the warm sweat a... it seeped from her pores. The cloth that rested directly on this girl's asshole as she bent and dove and jumped and spiked the ball. The smell was incredible. It was a funky smell that only a sweaty girl can produce. I imagined what it was like to be that string in between those sweaty ass cheeks and experiencing the smell firsthand. I moved. ‘And now we talk again’ she continues, closing her legs – That’s sauna in Holland. Sometimes. Usually it’s just the eye. And the mind cam.Last week Daisy and I went there, she went for a massage, me bubbling, half asleep in the warm water, unable to oversee the physicalities of the persons showering two meters away. The odds show: long labia, making me think of a baboon’s butt, scars of a caesarean, piercings, uniform pussies, all shaven. Being perfectly imperfect myself, I allow my eyes to. Seated on a couch together isMistress Alexia- -a woman in riding clothes that gives her a severe andmasculine appearance, her hair pulled back in a tight bun under the ridingcap, and Mistress Toria--in full bridal clothes including veil and sheer lacedrops. Below the waist, however, she wears only white panties, white garterbelt, stockings, and white high heels.In the large throne-like easy chair sits the most beautiful woman I have everseen. She is all in black leather, parted to reveal. He never said much, he watched and observed more than interacted, but it was obvious that he cared about the work that took place at Haven…of course, his devotion to the shelter was only part of what drew her to him, Callie admitted to herself, unable to deny that she believed him to be physical perfection. Not what one could call pretty boy handsome, he had a rugged appeal, a masculine and almost heady aura that went with his hard build, watchful eyes, sensual lips and angular features, each.