Pouring herself a cup of coffee, Evelyn grinned, "Oh you're terrible."
"Am I wrong?" Replied the voice of the phone.
"No, but she's your daughter, Tiff." She said, opening the patio door and closing it behind her, briefly putting her foot up to halt Riley in his tracks. "No, bad kitty. No outside for you."
"I really appreciate this. I don't think we could have afforded this if we had to cover room and board."
"How much do you appreciate it?" Evie teased, setting her coffee on the patio table.
"Now who's terrible!"
"Me." Evelyn teased further.
"Hey, I have to go, she's on the other line. Must be at the airport now."
"Tell her I said hello." Evelyn said. "Love you."
"Kisses." She replied.
She hung up the phone and sighed with a smile, the elf woman opened her cigarette case and pulled out a Friday Noir cigarette, rubbing her thumb and index finger together producing a spark and taking a puff, before pulling deeply on the smoke.
Looking up to the sky as she released the smoke. Evelyn was a lovely young elven woman, Alfheim born and raised. She attended university with Tiffany of Muspelheim more than twenty five years ago now. Grinning as the memories shimmered before her mind's eye as the blue-silver haze of her cigarette smoke did before her.
Tiff groaned out, drool trickled down her chin, she strained against the ropes, and her jaw was sore as her teeth pressed into the red rubber of the gag and her tongue rubbed against the cloth stuffed into her mouth.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, Evelyn walked out, she beamed as she ran her latex covered fingertips across her belly and arms adoring the sensation of the rubberized material clinging to her like a secondary layer of skin, gripping the young elf as she bit into her lower lip. She looked over to her roommate Tiffany, whose legs were trembling in the ropes as the wand brought the jotunn to another orgasm.
"Come here, darling." Mistress spoke, in the dim light, and haze of smoke, Evelyn's eyes focused on her Mistress's vibrant red lips.
