He swung his legs off the bed, stood up, and pulled on a pair of leather pants that he had draped over a chair the night before. Then he stepped into ...is boots and walked out to the main room. Lim and Treck paid him no mind, as they hadn’t for a week now, by his own request. He grabbed his sleeveless coat as he walked down the long tunnel that lead out to the rough entrance of the Cave of Spirits.Outside, it was raining again, which he took as a good sign. He walked higher into the mountains,. If I ever get to sleep, that is." Dana's reply was a most disparaging estimate of Dr. Arkan's genealogy. When she got about three generations back, Patty interrupted her with: "That goddam son of a bitch thought he had me scared of him. I was doing fine until he smacked my head while that fucking dildo was down my throat. I started choking on the damned thing and I was afraid if I started to hurl, I would drown in it. Why do men want to stick something down your throat and then expect you to. Encouraged by this I start to work on your thighs. Your oh so smooth thighs, and I’m now struggling to hide and control my erection. My hands stop just short of your pussy, working on the soft skin at the top of your thighs. You’re aroused, I can feel it in your movement, sense it in your breathing and smell your beautiful pussy juices, the most erotic smell in the world. I lean over you and whisper, “Would you like a personal massage?”With only a moment’s hesitation you answer, “Yes – Yes. " It was no trouble Jas." Unlike our last meeting, It was I who felt on the defensive. Jas was assured and calm."Sit down, the meal will be about ten minutes. Would you like some wine now? I have a Shiraz open." That would be good." I looked around her large lounge and was impressed. Jas had always had an eye for colour, and her scheme of mute lemons and pale greens promoted calm. There was huge window with a balcony outside and as the apartments had been built on higher ground the view from.