" mom said, offering the bracelet to me. She opened the hasp, and Iheld out my right arm. "It's an Irish good luck charm bracelet," momexplained, "yo...r grandma gave me the first night I went out with yourfather." I looked at the bracelet, turning my arm to see all around it."It's beautiful!" I said. "Yes, isn't it?" mom said smiling. "And thegemstones are said to be calming, and to bring on that good old Irishluck." "I love it, mom," I said, seeing how cool it looked on my wrist."I'm so. They almost encircle my middle. He moves my hips and they sway and when I lean back, I am moving in time to his body. All I can feel is his height and the firmness of his body and we sway and sweat. The music is seducing me. I am dripping. The song finishes an indeterminate time later and something with heavy, African drums begins, pounding, relentless. His hands turn me and I look up, up, up and my stomach drops and I see his blue, light blue, impossibly blue eyes. His hair is black and long,. Jaq settled on the sofa opposite to where I was sitting. "Enjoy," she told me.I knew I was going to get a show. Jaq produced two of her favourite toys: a large purple dildo and her pink wand. While I was still caged, she started to torment me. The outfit she had on was such a turn-on: short tartan skirt, white tee-shirt, navy blue over-the-knee stockings and navy blue panties. The scene began to unfold. Jaq hitched up her skirt and rubbed herself through her panties. Next, she lifted her top. The handsome cock that I admired so much had slumped limply over his emptied balls, and was lifting and falling in time with his labored breathing. Frustrated and angry, I turned away and climbed the slope to where the two horses stood patiently waiting. After a couple of hefty swigs from my canteen I began to calm down and to think straight once more. What's with this guy? I wondered. Am I safe with him? I was miles away from anywhere and I needed Peter to show me the way back. But what if he.