The sound of the music was seductively soothing and intensified the atmosphere. I ached to be fucked. Again. The first stroke is always the best and h...s entry did not disappoint. I pulled his trimmed and veiny hardness into me while he penetrated my pink, moist and puffy walls. The moans in my throat were mercifully drowned out by the crooner who promised to ‘love you all night long’, and I realized that there was no way that I could even last even a fraction of that. My cunt was already sore. Cordelia was in the grips of some long-forgotten memory of sadness or despair and she was firmly sat on her padded bench at the back of the bed and breakfast looking out to the fog covered waves lapping with infinite restraint into the waters of their sheltered inlet. Some sea creature was howling in the distance and she ignored the plaintive call of non-human loneliness.Henrietta walked past her depositing a lid-covered cup of fresh-brewed tea at her side and didn’t speak a single word. She. Over the months I watched him very closely I took my time until it was time to plan my plot. I knew General Temanka was due back from his away trip tomorrow and I will be hiding in his room and when he is in his bath, I will make myself known to him.The next day comes and finally he comes back, he spends time with my father, reporting the trip to him and then finally starts to get ready to depart, I quickly run and hide in his room. He walks in and demands a bath to be filled with water. The. "Perhaps your scent will be a constant reminder as she sleeps."I felt to bed move as this woman climbed up and took her position in front of me, her legs on the outside of each of my arms. I then felt His hands on my rump... at least I assumed it was His Hands. After all, maybe He invited an entire bus load over."SMACK!" I jumped as I felt his open hand make contact with my bare butt."Focus, Slut" His powerful voice filling the bedroom... my bedroom, OUR bedroom. The room where my hubby and I.