Ironhand and His kiana
6 September, 1998

Ironhand's devoted kiana said:
The oaken doors creak open and appearing at the head of the stairs, she stands...Clothed in a one shouldered, linen sheath, chocolate eyes dancing as they scan the room, gazing up on His great chair and the ottoman before it. Gliding down the stairs, fairly skipping across the room, she stops before His honored place and with hands on her thighs, slides the sheath up over her hips. Creamy white ass flesh exposed for His pleasure....she drapes herself over the ottoman and awaits.