I can feel the blanket rub against the back of my hand, a feeling I am incredibly familiar with, I think it's a feeling I had almost every morning. I ...nstinctively close my eyes as the blanket falls away. I just couldn't seem to look, I am too scared of what I already know to be true, the blanket fell away much too fast, my arm is too short. I gingerly open my eyes and look at where my hand used to. The arm was cut clean just above the elbow, I am missing my left hand, forearm and elbow. The. When you're hosting pool parties for seventy or eighty people, you really need that kind of set-up. He's also got a huge living room, with twenty-five couches and beds. That's where he holds his orgies for the sexually active members of the family ... the ones we call the "Tribe." I've been a full-fledged member of the Tribe since I was thirteen, which was five years ago.The living room opens up to the pool area, so on orgy nights, which are about every three weeks or so, the party spills out. Several of you even asked if we did parties, wanting us to bring the booth to your location. We even had people asking to rent or purchase a booth for their own use. So this post is a follow up with our latest "grope her booth" adventure. For those who havent read our original post the following is a few paragraphs from that post describing the booth:It is a frame of PVC pipes about 7 foot tall 4 foot square. Hubby covered it in a thick black double curtain with slits cut into the curtain. Im. I take you by the arms, my eyes lit with fire! We twirl and sway to a music in our hearts, sung by our Goddess. We pull close together, breast to breast and whirl like the rising embers of the fire. Our tongues join in an intimate kiss, a promise of the unbridled desire we have shared for nigh upon five millennia since our union was first bound. She whom we serve was known and loved by all in that long-ago age, but we preserve and manifest her spirit in this latter age of dim memory and.