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belovedflame -> The Making Of A Slave Part 2 (7/10/2004 7:44:58 PM)
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He heard the music as he opened the front door, following it with an amused smile into the kitchen. Late morning sunshine streamed through crystals cascading in a multitude of colors. He watched as her feet keeping time with the melody moved around the room where the rainbows danced. The smile broadened when he saw she was wearing what he had set out for her. Pale pink blouse buttoned half way up the front, and a long sky blue skirt with tiny pink roses, it was loose and flowing as she moved. Her hair he noticed with a grin was tied away from her face with the new bright pink bandana he gave her. Typically rolled and tied on top with ‘bunny ears’ poking through her dark curls. The girl didnt hear him come in, absorbed in her task of sweeping the floor. He thought to enjoy this moment while it lasted, knowing one sound from him would break the spell of wild abandon. Instead he leaned against the door frame, stretching out his long legs to the other side, and watched his girl.. The music changed and his eyes widened at the display of sensual beauty. She held the broom in front of her dancing with it as if it were her lover, knees slightly bent she rocked her hips to a slow bump and grind. Pelvic thrust forward she dropped one arm from the broom to trail it up her body, running her hand back down her thigh while her body swayed seductively to the music. Her body seemed to shudder and she dropped the broom to the floor, still in motion the girl bends slowly forward inching her hands down her legs. In one fluid move she gathers the edges of the full skirt and tucks them on either side exposing her bare thighs. Surprised, the man watches intently, the sweeping task forgotten for a moment as the girl cups her breasts. She caresses herself in her mind with his hands, palming her nipples through the fabric. The musics tempo increases and so does her hands gliding down over her tummy to her creamy thighs. The girl rocks her hips slowly bending down low for the broom. She slides her stocking feet through the rainbow colors on the floor and continues with her task. Concentrating, she doesn’t notice the man leave. Later that night the girl looked at him with curiosity as he added a charm to the bells around her ankle, a tiny silver broom.
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