pushing off slowly, getting to her hands and knees, crawling backward, her eyes dancing with excitement, never leaving His boots, she rises slowly, smoothing her silks.. long red nails tapping along her tan thighs, lightly kissed by the sun. bouncing slightly upon her toes as she pivots, moving toward the kitchen, hips swaying as she passes the light of the fire, feeling the warmth of the flickering flames reach out and caress her skin, slave bells singing against slender ankles as the movement from her hips brings a girl quickly into the kitchen. dragging her finger tips slowly over each counter, nails tapping until she reaches the cupboard housing the goblets, her eyes shifting upward as she scans each and every vessel, finally reaching one in the very back, fingers following, reaching up high over her head, grasping the goblet, bringing it down close to her, blue eyes flashing over it, taking in every detail as she reaches for a rep cloth and begins shinning it. holding the goblet by the large stem, she reaches for the knot on her silks, letting them just slip past one shoulder, exposing her breast, her nipples already hard with the excitement of serving Him..moving the goblet just over her left nipple and then just under her right, a soft cry sounding throughout the inn as she tightly presses her thighs together, feeling her slaves desire as her nipples ache, calling out to her...moaning softly as she denies them the slightest touch. taking a deep breath, moving quickly to the cooler, finding the goblet to be flawless, reaching to tie the knot back up as finger tips reach out opening the cooler door...her nipples growing harder as they press against the silken material...moving quickly inside, she wastes no time opening the wine bottle and filling the goblet...shaking slighly from the chill in the air, struggling to catch her brerath, needing desperataly to return to Him, needing what only He can bring her. moving through the cooler door, a quick swish of her hips and it closes quickly...her heart pounding, sounding like thunder in her ears as she moves back across the Inn, hips swaying, slave bells continue to jingle, long tan legs moving her across the cool tiles, eager to finally feel His furs under her, taking one last deep breath as she begins to kneel slowly. her thighs parting naturally wide as she arches her back, clutching the ka la na to her breast, placing it to her heart, she whispers a prayer for His health and happiness, peace of mind and well being...bringing it higher, she places the sweetest slaves kiss, one filled with desire, on the side of the goblet and offers it to Him, speaking softly.... Master, a girl hopes the wine is found to be refreshing and a girl in her serve, desirable served by briena (LA) to her Master at The Snow Larl Inn |
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| served in a goblet |