<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Headquarters: Therapy Room<br/><br/>Light, that was the first thing she noticed, it was too bright! Though to be honest, she had just spent what felt like days living in fireworks. The next thing she noticed was a body that felt like it was completely disjointed. Her body wasn't hers, it belonged to the beauty who was looking down at her from over her body. Aware, Angela was very aware of every part of Scandal, her uncooperative hand almost fell upon the back of the magician, pulling her down a bit stronger than she needed to. A passionate kiss, a lingering thank you, a desire to reciprocate, though Scandal had been too good. Angela had no idea how to offer this to her, though she released the vice like grip.<br/><br/>With a swat that stings, she smacks Scandal's ass. "Bitch, how am I supposed to serve you like that, when I can't move?" Her words held no sting, only caring, though I guess that is what the spank was for. "And yes, I am feeling much better." She cat stretches beneath the mystical maven, no shame at rubbing her ample breasts against the hanging fruit of her canopy. Settling again, she begins to allow her own hands to roam, she wants to be aggressive, though her body is just not cooperating. She also becomes aware of just how thin the therapy table is.<br/><br/>