Sometimes it was bumpy, sometimes I felt like I was going up a hill. God only knows where I am. Try as hard I could I could not get the top to move. A...ter what seemed like hours, I heard Mistresses voice.Listen closely. You have an hour to figure out how to get out of your coffin. At the end of the hour if you have not gotten out there will be hell to pay…..Panic set in and I screamed and screamed. I broke out in a sweat and it felt hard to breathe. Then it hit me. Mistress was testing me.. I felt in my bones that she was a free spirit. Maybe she was a spirit in truth, as I could never discover anything about her, no matter whom I asked. No one ever seemed to know her or see her – except me.Over time, I noticed that she walked closer and closer to where I was sitting, and farther from the sea, as if she were breaking free of its pull, and I wondered.Finally, one morning, I called out, “Good morning!”She tossed her head in acknowledgement, and continued walking, but I was sure her. Santa felt Eva’s pussy contracting around his hard pole she was approaching a big orgasm. He did not want to miss it so he increased the tempo and slammed her harder and harder. His cock started to stiffen in preparation for his explosion. He felt Eva constrict real tight and knew it was time. Do it now let the orgasm start and Santa will explode too. Eva raised her head up off the seat cushion as her body was racked by orgasmic spasms. At the same time Santa felt a big rush to his balls a he. " Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color?" Who do we look like?" Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her naked body. Both women's pubic hair had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits."You appear similar to the Goddess," I realized, seeing a matching fiery heart on Penny's pubic mound."Our Mistress, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly," Mercedes explained. "She once had an affair with her and still loves her. We're proxies.".