Casey lay there exhausted and motionless. Sweat dripped off her hair ends as if she had been out in the pouring rain. She was sore and in pain. The...man grabbed her now soaked button up shirt she was still wearing. Like an animal he tore it off and used it to clean his glistening wet cum dripping cock. He threw it on the ground when he was done with it.Casey lay there spent and finished. She thought it was finally over. Jane was beside her. Casey was so out of it she did not realize. "It is." "Would you like me to free you?" Yes please." How does a teenage girl have this much control over me. "Yes please what?"Confused for a second, then remembering myself, "Yes please mistress." Okay daddy, since you've been so good with your tongue." I feel two little hands with tiny fingers clumsily fumbling with the cock cage. "Mistress, have you ever used one of those before?" Actually, no daddy. But I think I've got it." Suddenly my cock is free, blood rushes into my member and it. 30am. As usual Mrs. Brown fed them both up large on coffee and home made cookies – double chocolate chip – and, oh my, they were really good – as usual! When they had finished the two retreated to Danny’s bedroom where Danny had all his brochures spread out across his bed and study desk. Peter took in the whole scene but just didn’t seem to get excited. They had both been planning this for some time and even if Peter wasn’t excited Danny certainly was.Without really looking at Peter Danny began. I can’t even imagine what the actual name would be in your language.”She laughed, and as it had already done so often, the sound lifted his spirits and soothed his anxieties. “Don’t sell me out to the authorities, but despite my teachers’ best efforts, my only real language is English, plus whatever French and Latin I’ve forgotten since Oxford. You’d have to ask an actual expert what to call this, because when it comes to Cymraeg I’ve the grammar of a Labrador Retriever. Though I’m sure there’s.