I feel the tip of your tongue tickling my clit, madly, then buried in me. Back up to my clit while your fingers go back inside me. Now this is a feeli...g that is too good to resist. I moan, loudly – I can’t help it. Your tongue has frozen me, taken over me, the pleasure builds, I have to let go. Oh fuck, I can’t take it, I cum. My back arches, my legs tighten, I melt into the bed. Being the devil that you are, you don’t stop. Your tongue has not tired, your fingers still alive. You keep at me,. " No!" I said. "I want to talk to Lord Blackthwaite. He's a man's man, hecan't possibly approve of this." I thought you told me he approved of what I've done to you," she said.I hastily sorted my straps and zipped up my dress as she led me to hislibrary and knocked. "Your lordship, Lisa wishes to speak to you."He let us in, and gave us both a stern look. "Is this something betweenthe two of you? You know I don't like to interfere in female affairs." Lisa considers it urgent, my lord," Lady. “Take off your clothes or she’ll do it for you”, he gestured at my top. “Strip”.I looked across to the woman as my hands moved to my blouse. She just sat there watching me. I unbuttoned the blouse and took it off. Glancing down, I noticed my nipples were visible through my bra. I looked back at the man, feeling myself blush.“Jeans off”, he ordered.I unbuttoned them, pulled down the zip and worked them down my waist. I kicked my trainers off as I pulled my jeans off my legs. I was in my. Curiosity got the better of me and I wondered why he would have kept a file under my name. I opened it and expected to find pictures of me from various family events. What I found was about two dozen TXT files, all labelled "Jenny 1" and so on. I clicked on the first one, and it was some kind of short story which read; I've just woken up, and I'm walking through the apartment with a cup of coffee, when I find my little sister, Jenny, out on our apartment's balcony. She's reading a book,.