Leveria undid my braided pony tail and began to wet my hair. When she was done, she poured a dollop of shampoo onto my crown, and gingerly went to wor.... Her fingers massaged my scalp as she lathered, the soap foaming between her knuckles. Then she gently rinsed the suds, taking care not to get soap in my eye. “Glendian,” Leveria said, “please give Mrs. Straltaira her toes back.”I glanced up at Leveria. She was biting on a smile, apparently quite pleased with herself. I kept my tongue pressed. Syg ate her second bowl a little more slowly than the first, but when she spooned thirds and he still hadn’t spoken, she waved the spoon in his face.“Gaybe? Hello?”Gaybe took a very deep breath. “You ... walked through the Halls of Valor ... and lived? The dragon didn’t ... eat you? Do the Valkyrie know you were going to do this?” He pointed at her helmet.“They do.” She grinned. It didn’t seem to put him at ease. “Even gave me this helmet before we left.”“They ... gave you one of their helms?”. My simple cotton bra and no nonsense panties are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water cascades over me, easing tired muscles and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my heavy breasts, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I won't have time to. I told her “No. You are not going to a potential orgy. Perhaps after you are 18 but NOT before.”Robert worked for Island Catering. For his private gig, he reserved (and had to pay for the use of) their kitchen, truck and serving trays etc. I met him and Roberta at Island Catering at noon. They had been busy buying ingredients and had started slow cooking the prime rib main course.I was told to come dressed in clean work clothes. My first job: peeling potatoes. Boring. At least the meat smelled.