I'm so sorry for your loss.

thinking that i am someplace where i shouldn't be

picking up my things and retreating

Thank You all

A new , well old, topic is up in room fire side.

can you do r/t as told

Kneeling up
My hand moving to your lap

Are you ok for the?

Hey there

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yield

She doesn't look up, she is lost in her own thoughts, in her own mind. She is looking for the ship that Pogue had told her about. Curling hands inside the sleeves of her cloak to keep them warm while casually moving from one ship to the other.

naked now, kneeling back down

hello ever one what's going on tonight

you may kneel wherever your Mistress wants you to....*S*

Call it women's intuition, Lawyer's Sixth Sense, call it whatever you want to call it, I had already felt the shift before your lascivious smile surfaced, before your 'request' for that 'favor' was called in.

The rest of my dinner, I supposed would find its way to someone. I set my fork on my plate and peel the napkin from my lap, the plate is pushed forward and the napkin is draped to the left of it.

I lift my drink, take a healthy amount of that down, before it too would be removed. The glass finds the coaster and I stand up, pushing the chair back with the backs of my long legs, then fingertips gather up the hem of the sack, peeling it up over slim hips, flat belly, the outline of a ribcage and then full, firm breasts. Long hair is lifted with it, then it tumbles back over soft skin, and half way down my back before I drape the shift over the chair and turn so that you can feast your eyes on that pert behind with the angry red welt that crosses the expanse. Even the pointed tip of the belt is visible around my right hip.

Hands sliding up your leg

Yes boi, strip and kneel

thank you very much.....

smiles to reetha....her soft hands on my chest

pulling my sweater over my head, removing my pants

Fables
You're not wrong. Though maybe their scavengers are just richer, which extends their reach.

They would seriously prefer whiskey, but then, that doesn't mean it was good for them. Or smart. At this point, you've likely figured out they don't do a lot that's good for them.

The quirk of lips warms, more a smile than a quirk now. "It sounds better, yeah. Smoother."

A sip of their drink. They're not going to argue with not focusing on what they said. It was uncomfortable enough acknowledging it.

"Because Dogtown sucks?" A lift of shoulders, the faintest of shrugs. "I think you know I have someplace nicer, Nyxa."

Moving to kneel at your stool
Looking up at you
Is this ok?
I don’t wish to force this at all sir

YSS

Yes She Submits