It had been several years since the pretty young boys had stopped frequenting. Haunting her private rooms naked but for her transparent sarees and the... watering can with which she tended to the plant life that provided her only companionship, Sheila–the gray webbing through her hair now but her physical beauty otherwise undiminished–unhappily endured. Daydreaming about rain in Assam one afternoon, however, Sheila’s stilted calm of an existence was about to crumble. She was watering the lush. . children. Those who may carry on after me. And perhaps who may meet with your species as equals, as have you and I, and come to know each other as have we, and learn and grow from that knowing." Yes," I said sadly. "But I don't think that time is now. Perhaps the knowledge that we, we two, gain from each other can help that time to come sooner than it otherwise might. But meantime I think you're spinning your wheels up there watching us, wasting your time. As we are, I don't see that we'll. Diane watched the flywheel turning and the dildo thrusting. She felt it moving back and forth within her pussy and she moved her hips a little, trying to adjust the angle at which it penetrated her. "This is called a fucking machine," I told her, watching her lush naked body wiggle against the ropes. "I bought it from a website I came across a few weeks ago." Diane was enjoying what the machine was doing to her. "So why did you tie me up first?" she asked. "Because my dear, if this machine does. " I thought that this was going to befun. I went over to the mirror, and started shaving. Jamie found waxstripes, and applied them to my thighs. It hurt like hell when he torethem off, but soon after my legs were completely hair free."This is a gaff," he said, and told me to step into them."This might be a little strange, but you need to push your testicle up,like, into you," he said and smiled. He laughed when he saw theskepticism written in my face."I'll show you," he said, and before I could.