I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he...loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing his seed, in months, I labor along with my sisters, in the living waters. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon, long dark hair resting at the swell of her back, having the radiance of a beautiful young mother. I tend to her, lovingly relieving her milk-filled breasts in a tub of. She began to dry me off & as she looks up at me a smile crosses my face. She says, "Baby it makes me happy to see your face & make your day, until the sun comes up I want to please you in everyway." We make our way into the bedroom where my floor & bed are lined with white rose petals; no words were exchanged as I laid on the bed. Body still damp from the bath, she starts to massage my back with vanilla scented oil, down my spine until she reaches my spot of joy, my juicy lips waiting for her. I slowly slid my hand into her skirt. I started rubbing over her panty. She moaned but I kissed her not let out loud noises. We were there for another ten minutes until the bell rang. First she got out of the washroom and checked if someone was there. Everyone had returned to class after the lunch break. She signaled that the way was clear. I then hurried towards my class with Ankitha walking in front of me. Our principal who was on rounds saw Ankitha and me coming through the corridor that led. When he arrived at the house, Elizabeth opened the door wearing a sheer robe with only her body under it, and what a body it was. After closing the door and greeting him with a kiss, she said “I am sorry to see the job complete. I am going to miss you being here.” “I can find plenty of reasons to make service calls.” Sampson responded. As they entered the bedroom, Elizabeth let her robe drop to the floor and said “I could use a little servicing right now. Quickly undressing, Sampson exposed.