’ ‘That’s my girl,’ I replied, quickly kissing her lips. ~~~~~~ Once I’d moved Penelope’s bag into my room and showed her where everything...was, the bottle of wine I’d opened twenty minutes earlier had had ample time to breathe. So, after I’d poured three glasses and headed back into the living room, Megan’s idea, I was again talked into playing some more music, only this time I played my guitar, also Megan’s idea. I played a couple of classical pieces, one by Mozart, and the other by Chopin,. She recalled this was the first time anything, apart from her own fingertips had been near her pussy let alone probing inside. He frigged her hole with no finesse, he never purposely touched her clit, probably didn't know what the hell one was and she had little knowledge apart from the fact that sometimes at night, alone in bed, she would finger herself and occasionally she would touch that little bud that would send wonderful sensations through her body. She had no idea of its name or. " he began, but Dorothy silenced him with a curt "It's part of the treatment. Don't argue."She rolled him over onto his back, and his cock rose unbidden, not just from the feeling of the butt plug in his ass. While he had been face down Dorothy had removed her blouse and bra. She was nude from the waist up, showing firm large tanned tits with wide areolae and long nipples that begged to be sucked. She used those tits now, drenching them in the hot oil and wrapping them around his foot,. The handwritten note had warned her not to leave the path under any circumstances, and she had followed that advice to the letter.She rang the door knocker, and there was an ominous booming noise from within. After a few moments the door opened, and there stood an old man with greying hair and an untidy beard. His eyes were slightly wild, and Melancthe saw that they were instantly filled with lust.It wasn't that surprising. She was a beautiful young girl of twenty years, with dark brown hair.