She began to rub my head and then forced it hard again her breasts. Her hips began to push up as my fingers played with her clit. She groaned and then...squealed as she had an orgasm. “Oh Terry. Oh Terry” she kept saying. I moved down, kissing her body as I did so. She pushed on my shoulders trying to force me down faster but I was resisting. Slowly I reached her mound now obviously freshly wax. She was shaking now and when my tongue reached her clit she screamed and again grabbed my head. “Oh. One hour and it's done, the debt is paid and your time and property still belongs to you."It was a convincing argument. She loved the laptop and had struggled with the thought of losing it, especially since it was a gift from her very proud Father. He beckoned her over to the desk and she walked over to him, still clasping the robe with one arm as she laid the laptop on a bookshelf next to the desk."Turn around and take off the robe." he said in an an amiable, gentle voice.He remained in the. Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed as he sucked her clit, soft then rough, soft then rough. He pinched her clit between his teeth at the exact same moment as his thumb slid inside her cunt. She screamed, some incoherent language that didnt exist – one that could only be understood by the two of them. She felt/heard him laugh with his mouth still pressed against her slit. He moved out from between her legs, and she whimpered. She fought against begging him to come back, but then his. The possibility of drowning dissolved instantly. Then they would go back to the shore, to frantic activity, the rest of the family building up the sandcastle in the incoming tide. Memories flickered in Ester, the woman she had admired for so long, lying in a coffin, and she chased the image of her decomposed body away, summoning instead her aunt’s roar of laughter, bright and loud. Even now, years later, Ester still ached to hear that sound again, life cascading out. She decided to go find.