He also is rarely seen. Sort of like your Howard Hughes, except a lot scarier.”“You’re scared of him?”“Anyone in their right mind would be.�...��“Then you should probably drop us off at the closest town to the temple.”“You plan on confronting him?”“I plan on killing him and all who work closest with him.”“It would take an army.”“And yet it’s just the two of us.”“He’ll be there?”“He’s putting on a fete. A meeting and a bacchanal party.”“Any town nearby would be too small, too noticeable. But there’s. .I'm quite shy'.My step mother asked me if she could take some more photos with me wearing just the dancebelt purely for her own use. ' You have such an impressive physique and that dancebelt looks so erm…packed'. she said.I stood in the centre of the room slightly shaking with anticipation. This was very freaky and I'd never seen my step mother like this before. She pointed the camera at me and asked me to do my stretches, I see her aiming and zooming in on the tight spandex as it stretched. He used to stare at my body, my navel and breasts esp. when we were alone, and I used to not mind that. Once he intentionally/unintentionally pressed my breasts when he was trying to open the car window leaning over me, it felt very nice when he was touching my boobs and leaning over me. I could sense that smell of the arousing masculine odor of his sweat that tickled my nostrils and excited my clitoris. I decided to have it with him one day or the other.Once when my husband was out of station,. Her mouth started dropping open, her head tilting back. I could see the orgasm overtaking her just by looking into her face. It was such an incredibly beautiful sight. "I don't need a lot of women." she said afterwards. " I want to be your baby girl, your slut." We shared a few tender moments, and some soft kisses. I told her she could call me her Mistress. We slowed things down for a few minutes, soft and tender, slowly building our energy and desire, despite our already impressive.