Master Heathcoate passed the printed sheets to be cut and sewn into signatures for binding by a worker in fine leathers at the bindery in the next str...et.“Yes, Master Heathcoate,” said Amélie.“I do, too, sir,” added Sandrine.“Know your letters, do you? That’s what your father told me. Is that true?”The two women nodded.“You as well, Sandrine?” Heathcoate was not convinced an African woman could read.“Yes, sir,” answered Sandrine. With that she reached behind her to remove a sheet of text drying. "You seem to know me better than I know myself." Alright," she replied, straightening in the seat, putting one armhorizontally across her belly and resting the other elbow on its wrist,tapping her cheek thoughtfully with her forefinger. "Let's see..."I folded my arms, striking a masculine pose."Alright," she said. "I think I've got it." She made a show of gettingcomfortable. "I was going to say that I bet you're a man who believes inalways pulling his weight - that I bet you're hard-working and. .....you bastards............fuck me hard............you dirty fucking bastards!!!" you yell. You are now barely holding it together, your close to fainting with the intensity of it. "Fuck her arse hard!!" shouts the ranger, barely audible above your moans and screams. We are now pumping your hard with slick precision, fucking you like a well oiled machine, our own rythmns in sync. One cock slams in as the other slips out, and so on. Orgasm after orgasm rip through you, each thrust seems to. " Why? What could have possibly made you think that?" Well... you stayed hard the whole time." Stand up," I said suddenly."What? Why?" Just, please... stand up, okay?" I suppose," Heather responded, slowly rising from the bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, after our tryst, she had changed into her normal short nightgown. "What do you want?" Just stand there for a moment," I answered, moving my eyes slowly up and down her body. I paused as I watched the swell of her breasts moving up and.