Yet it was an industrial sound from outside that truly startled me out of my stupor!Quickly excusing myself with a hastily written “brb”, I leaped...out of my bed bare ass instantly freezing in the cold late autumn temperatures. Scrambling, no time for a better top despite obvious points pressing against cloth, sweats pulled up to cover my ass and slippers donned to protect my feet. A last-second grab for my fuzzy robe only to speed down the hall to the kitchen to gather the trash together.Our. She began to think dreamily of the night time – she would deny herself until she went to bed and then, when she did ... she shuddered violently every time she imagined what awaited her.When the time for bed finally did arrive, she once again climbed onto the sheets completely naked. Once again she began masturbating her sex and fondling her breasts. Once again, her lust overwhelmed her. Once again, she fell asleep without release.Once again, she had dreamed of her Mistress – and of her. Fuck it. I told myself and laid myself back against my daddy’s bed. He had not made it, so I laid against his sheets and let my head fall against his pillow. I looked up at the ceiling and exhaled deeply. Stuck to the post in the corner of his bed was a picture of me that he had taken a week ago. That was why he looked up at the end. I dropped the picture of my daddy to the side of the bed and sat myself up. Slowly I removed my nightgown from my body and tossed it aside, landing close to where. Or ask her brother to make her one, if she saw him anytime soon.“Do you sell blank shafts?” she asked.“Not usually, but I have plenty sitting in back. I guess I can make you a deal.”“How many metal coins would it cost for four dozen blanks, four dozen steel broadheads, and enough goose feathers to fletch them all?” She could use the smaller obsidian and flint tips she’d brought with her to make some hunting arrows, but she wanted to have more of the steel-tipped arrows on hand if she was going.