I was calling out: ‘Do me, oh-my-god Paige, do me! Now, now, fuck me ... oh! Aaah-oogh-aahhh!!’; and then, more frantically, nearly shouting: ‘...Fuck me! Fucking do me, Paige, fucking fuck me!!’She was such an erotic sight, I was moved almost more than in any of the previous nineteen sexual bouts (wonderful though many of them had been), but being able to see her face, to see what she was doing to me, to look down and see the plastic rod slapping in and out of my cunt, put me on another level. I took out my insulin kit and pulled up my night time insulin and handed the syringe to her. I lowered my panties and bent over the vanity, my bare bottom on display. I felt as she wiped my left cheek near the center of my bottom with the alcohol pad and then pinched up my cheek and pushed the needle in. "OUCH, Rachael!" She pushed the plunger down, injecting the insulin into my bottom and then pulled the needle out and wiped my cheek again and rubbed it. I looked back at her and whispered,. Stephen for their safe return. She also told me that Saint had now met his future queen. Without trying to sound presumptuous, I believe that Lena and Saint are destined, by whatever forces control the universe, to fall in love, marry, and accomplish things together that we can’t even imagine.”As Gwen spoke, Hanna and Adam Kiss exchanged significant glances. “Was this an old woman without eyes? Did she appear to be well over the century mark?” asked Hanna, and Gwen nodded in the affirmative.. Browning smiled. ‘That’s lovely dear. Quite the catch, eh?’ ‘I was with him before he became a partner.’ Mrs. Browning smiled. ‘Do you work, Miss Cottonwood?’ ‘Yes, I’m the owner and executive chef of Servello. It’s in the Pearl District downtown. . .’ When all the other women ceased their conversation to stare at her, Brenda tried not to blush. ‘You own Servello?’ A woman with black hair in a tight french twist asked. Brenda nodded and sipped the red wine she held in her hand. ‘The Bistro.