Clair knew me and instantly understood the mood switch. I had carried the box in the house and dropped it and turned to her ready to kick her back out...the door. Tears were running down her face. She looked crushed. She said in a small voice, "I had hoped we could become friends if nothing else. I am so sorry for hurting you. You are the best man I know, at everything, I miss you so, and I will love you forever."Suddenly I felt the tears running down my face. She moved and held me. It felt so. ___________________________ Waves lapped against the hull, a cool breeze whistled through the rigging, and Leonard Berensen stepped down into his Zodiac and started the little outboard motor. He checked the fuel in the little red tank out of habit then cast off the line and pushed the inflatable off before he slipped the transmission into forward and twisted the throttle, even though the village was little more than a few hundred yards away he hated rowing with a passion and almost always used. 4 inches of palpitating cock entered in one violent pump, she was so tight, her hymen broke so easily, she felt it, it had hurt so much she had to scream, she couldnt the gag stopped her cry for help in her throat, the violent way that he came in and out so fast, the total length of his shaft felt like she was being impaled, Alan fell the sudden need to come, his penis grew in size sign that he was about to come and he did stream after stream filled this girls with his seed, and after he was. " I'm sorry, sir," Ilona answered contritely as she lowered her eyes. "My master mentioned something about looking for household servants and I stopped to see if these two might be what he's looking for. I'll be going now." Wait!" the slave-master said quickly then rubbed his chin. "Your master's looking for household slaves, eh? Well, I'll tell you what: There's not much chance of selling these two around here anytime in the near future. In fact I was going to go ahead and send them both up to.