She wasn’t into BDSM but was happy to have a pet at her beck and call. She fell asleep a happier woman.5am and Paula was awoken by noises outside, �...��Bloody cats fighting again,” she thought to herself. She tries to go back to sleep but is unable. She starts to recall her shenanigans the night before and starts feeling horny. She wants to feel a cock inside her.Remembering she took the key for Wayne’s room she decides its time for a little morning fun, she doesn’t have to be at work until 9am so. Through the air spun tiny, iridescent creatures, flitting gossamer-winged from blossom to blossom, whose basic hue changed with every beat of his heart. Everywhere he looked there were paths created by the passage of her mind, some worn smooth from frequent use, others wild and overgrown through long neglect. As they glided along his sight turned and twisted this way and that, trying without success to encompass everything he saw into a manageable scope. Along with the bright and beautiful. He glanced at Dusty and then swung the hoe again and enjoyed the feeling of the metal blade cutting into the damp earth. He dragged it back towards himself as he asked, “And to which God do I owe this honour?”“Probably a Keltrian one,” Dusty replied with a grin.Rupert chuckled and swung the hoe again. “I assume you got Fiaz’s cuff back,” he said.“We did,” she replied and watched as the muscles played on Rupert’s shirtless back. He barely looked like the man she had dropped off here two weeks. "Natalie, can you read me?"Natalie reached up and appeared to scratch her ear. "Of course I can hear you. I taught you how to use the headset, so I'm familiar with them. What's more, I heard you during each of your previous tests." Just ensuring the signal is clear," Tom Reynolds' voice sounded in her ear. "I switched to my final destination. I have eyes on you so I can observe anyone approaching." Be careful with those damn binoculars. Most survivors are incredibly cautious. If they see an.