Mistress could see her handiwork in the flickering of the candle, the Kanji characters that scored his thighs, the brutal knotted marks of the cane an...d the sticky flow of her own sweet juices that glistened on his balls and prick.Sheer delight in the moonlit shadows.In her head she too the time to compose a poem to commemorate her second night of passion with this sensitive partner. Now was the moment of breathless calm after the small storm of her passion.A delicate Haiku to celebrate her. Using this money, the organization imported the world's best minds with promises of money, academic freedom and excellence and established the Onyx University. The first graduating class of 2020 was only 200 students. Half of those students were African citizens, hand picked from around the continent and the rest were underprivileged youth from all around the world. They left the organization changed. They were stronger, smarter and taller than their peers and they all swore loyalty to the Onyx. Then she turned to me and said, “I think you have something of mine?” then I took her panties out of my pocket and held them out so she could slip them on. She rested her hands on my shoulders while I slid them up her beautiful legs. And then she finished pulling them up. I slipped to my knees as she showed them to me and I pressed my face into her panties taking a deep breath. “I expect these back on my pillow tonight.” I said with a smile.“Are you inviting me back to the cabin?” she asked. "I saw how you stared at me. Why haven't you looked at me that way since?" He shrugged. "My brother was about to marry your sister,” he said. “It didn’t seem like…" "Like what?" she asked, breathless. He moved a little closer. “Like we’d be allowed to get together even if you wanted it. But there’s no one here but us right now, so I’m going to tell you what I wanted to say for two weeks now. It’s like…like I've been missing something all my life, and that something is you." She gazed up at him,.