“Finish what you started dear” was all she said. The old girl was loving this!She thrust her hips back towards me and I resumed my licking and by... the fact she could now spread her legs I could now reach her clit…..Dorothy’s moaning was now constant and she was purring like a cat…I managed to move my head enough to allow my fingers to start rubbing her and although difficult at first I managed to slide a finger inside her and boy was she tight….as my tongue and fingers worked her pussy. " "Yes, Master," she said, puzzled at the combination I threw at her. But she laid out the clothes I told her to and after I looked them over, she packed them in her suitcase. I packed my things as well, leaving out my "working clothes" - my leather pants, open-front sleeveless shirt, and square-toe boots. I put the two suitcases by the door for tomorrow when we would leave... Work that Friday was light, fortunately, since I doubt I could have concentrated on much anyway. Finally, the time came. The scent of Kara's aroused pussy filled Amy's nostrils as she aimed the last shot. " That was fucking hot!” she remarked as she ran her hands along Kara's ass cheeks. “Now let's do a little imprisonment shall we?” Amy replied. Kara was still under the spell of orgasmic bliss as Amy spoke. Her words seemed muddled and distant. For these shots Amy wanted blindfolds, cuffs, and ropes. She wanted the scenes dark and edgy as she gathered the needed items. As Kara came to her senses she was aware. The Creation part is easy. And it's pretty much the same as the other Creation myths we've read. But the Garden and the Expulsion from it, that's strange." Is it really? You told me about that Tunisian story about the Sahara..." Moroccan." Right. Anyway, here are these peoples living in a desert climate, like much of Australia, and trying to explain the presence of occasional fertility." And the Expulsion?" I think that when God punished Adam and Eve in the Garden, the punishment was time. They.