Elaine turned and looked into his face with a stern smile; he introduced himself, and she posed a question."Would you be interested in tuition in eque...strian discipline?" Her look and tone, together with her choice of description where 'having riding lessons', would have sufficed, had his cock twitching with the possibilities of her having made some underlying cryptic message. He was being very perceptive; his discipline as with all males was her inevitable goal."Oh, I would love to try it; I'm. So, when we do -- well, let's justsay that some of our best matriarchs have come from the Patriarchy."Her words were like an ice pick rammed into Moturo's heart. "Oh, gods,no," he croaked. "You --" Oh, goddesses, yes!" Artemis purred. She unzipped her slacks, theircrotch already dimpled with feminine dew, and reached in, gentlystroking her Venus mound's inner vaginal lips. "I'm not wearingpanties," she cooed. "They'd just get in the way of things." Artemisclosed her eyes, savoring the exquisite. She didn’t know how long she was out. She just knew she loved it and wanted him to do that to her again.MB: How are you feeling?KK: amazing sirMB: Good girlI’m a good girl.MB: Is anything unusual?KK: no why would it be?MB: Just asking. Do you usually type with one hand or two hands?KK: two why?MB: How many hands are you typing with?KK: oneKK: so?MB: So where’s your other hand?Katie looked to her left shoulder and followed her arm straight up. It was pointing at the ceiling.How the hell did I. My eyebrows hadbeen plucked to two fine arches, then emphasized with pencil. Threeseparate shades of shadow had been merged into my eyelids, and mascaracarefully applied to my lashes to make them full and lustrous - withoutthat 'clotted' look you see so often. Different shades of base pancakeand powder had been used to heighten my cheek bones, then finished witha pale blush. She had taught me how to outline my lips with a darkshade of lipstick, and how to fill in to that outline with a.