I just wanted them to quit burning Pat. Pat was stronger than me. Once our master strung us up together and caned us. Pat kept whispering to me to be ...trong. We hung there for hours and she kept telling me to be strong. I was not strong when they burned her. I begged them to stop, told them everything they asked. I was not strong like her." What else did you tell them?" They wanted to know who had helped us escape and who had killed our owner." Did you tell them Steve helped you?" No, he is a. Never had I seen such abject distress and fear in a young girl's eyes. I took her home, and she has remained by my side w ever since. When John-Jarvis was born she became his nursemaid, without any order from me, and has been the best I ever knew." Well, she is certainly developing in to an enchanting young lady, as is Molly. Perhaps I should engage Emma Bovary as a chaperone for them? In a year or two those two girls will attract men like bees to nectar, and even the most demure of girls might. When I returned to Blanchards for my birthday to spite him I shared a sausage with a boy I knew from childhood." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "However, you brought me a letter from him in which he reaffirmed his feelings for me, and apologised for not being able to write to me earlier and..." If it is Patrick Jane who has debauched you I will..." If we are talking of debauchery it was I who debauched Patrick, utilising the lewd behaviour and skills you had taught me." Her gaze was direct, and. My still untouched cock was huge and hungry for Reena soft luscious lips. Giving me a long deep passionate kiss full of tongues she promised to take care of me the following day. That night all I could think about was all the action that had taken place that day, Reena playing with her pussy, watching porn and then screaming whilst spanking on my face. I felt like a kid in a cake shop knowing that her pussy now belonged to me.The following day I got to the office early as I had a meeting at.