She didn’t want him to stop, unless he desired to send his tool inside her hot crevice to satisfy her deep inside. She looked up, catching her breat... as he pulled away from her, her loins pushing out to seek out the rigid prick that was bringing such joy to her. Did she do something wrong to displease him? She looked at him with questioning eyes.He picked up the knife, flashing it before her eyes, making quick work of the shoulder straps of her chemise. It slit through the fragile cloth,. Annest’s body and face showed fear and confusion, “What do you mean to do?” “I MEAN to punish you. Would you rather I sent you to Hudghton?” Now true panic took hold of Annest. The Stewart was the final authority among the servants of Yarmouth Manor. His punishments were cruel and could leave a lasting mark. She dropped to her knees and begged, “No, no, no, no. Don’t send me to Mr. Hudghton. Do with me as you will.” Reason was returning to Patience. With it, she found she was enjoying. ”The two men smiled at each other both remembering the first time Ty and Hugh had taken him camping. It had been an unmitigated disaster, and Hugh had a scar to prove it. Yet, they had taken him camping again.By the third trip, Vincent had realised he actually enjoyed going camping with them. Life outside his books wasn’t such a bad place if spent with people who loved you. He also found that he had some aptitude for it as well once he was trusted to try new things.“I get a bit burnt out. She turned around and stood in front of me. Her pussy was clean shaven and there was not a perceivable imperfection on her whole body. She gently grazed the insides of her thighs with her hands as she raised them up passing over her tits and letting the bounce back down as her hands were enveloped in her hair. She knelt down in front of me and gently whispered. Let me help you with that. She grabbed my soft, but ever hardening cock and slowly began licking it. “You like your cock in my mouth?”.