"Penny for 'em."Sylvie blushed and looked at Mrs. Grayson who was standing nearby. The older woman smiled and turned to leave the office carrying her ...note pad with her."Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he asked, even before Mrs. Grayson had left the room."TIM!" Sylvie cried, nonplused.The door closed behind Mrs. Grayson and Tim rose to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Sylvie could feel every ridge of his rising penis against. What she wanted was irrelevant. Her master poured the oil and her body would expel it and she would not be able to prevent either. Her master wanted her clean today and she doubt he would stop at that. She did not know how much she had swallowed by the time her master stopped pouring but she could almost feel the effect of it already. She was allowed a bit of wine to rinse her mouth but since it was dispensed the same way as the oil she did not really get a chance to appreciate any of it.. I sat down on his bed while he picked up his guitar again. “Is your mom here?” “Nah she’s out” “Cool.” I eyed Keating eying me. The tight bulge of my skin-suit seemed to be an attraction to him but I could have just been fooling myself. I didn’t usually flaunt my sexy cycling outfits around friends. “Any chance I could borrow some clothes?” I really hated the skin-suits. “Yeah, sure. I’ll grab a pair of jeans from the wash and you can get a shirt out of my closet. He headed out of the room. I. Ariel seems really happy. I couldn’t do it though—be that vulnerable either in front of the world on her stream or the ephemerals. No, no way!”“So how long have the two of you been planning to get together?” Stan asks.“I think I surprised her. Ariel disappeared entirely from our messaging, so I just came to Berg’s Keep.”“Why is that, Ariel?”“I’ve been trying to figure that out since Leif showed up. It’s easier to be vulnerable in front of strangers or people who have only known Ariel. Mostly I.