To her left she saw Aba lying unmoving, presumably dead atop two dead pirates. Silently she thanked the big man, not only had he single handedly taken...on two boarders but he had somehow managed to call out a warning as well. We will miss you Aba and I know that God has a place for you my large friend, a big man with an even bigger heart, she told herself. Then turning toward bass, the sight of him regurgitated the most horrifying episode of her life, she mustered her courage and said, "Let him. . My brain said... Where is Grace?The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck. The route taken crossed the Alps on the way up ... twice ... and severe valleys in strategic places in between. The mountains cast deep shadows between peaks. This woman girl had an exotic head under ALL THAT HAIR and above that thin neck. Tiny ears,. .. ohhhh---my---god---I didn’t know you---you meant it!”I wondered what she was talking about, and raised my face from her crotch to ask.“I---I---I---was—kid---kidding!”“What? What are you talking about?”Evidently that pause in cunnilingus was enough to allow her to regain her composure sufficiently enough to tell me she was only kidding about me having to spend twenty minutes on her ‘poochy.’But when I gave her ‘poochy’ one last kiss and sat back on my heels, she whined, saying, “No—no ... I’m. "Hands above your head. Cross your wrists, good Slave. Now, dance for me. Gyrate, good...now, lower...mm, very nice...turn around and let me see that ass...yes..." She steps forward lightning-quick, left arm wrapping the girl's chest, right encircling her hips, crushing her aching, swollen pussy against her palm, savoring the whimper of arrousal as she bucks helplessly, kissing their Slave's sweaty, warm neck hungrily, purring as she tastes the salty, slick, glistening skin. "Mm, you like.