While still looking at the mirror, and more importantly at the camera, she stared at me and said, “Steve, I want you to take my ass now. I am your s...ave and you need to lord over your subject! Fuck my ass!” Her words made my already hard cock morph into a piece of steel. I readied my dick, first with her natural pussy juices, but then with some additional lube. I took my time and slowly, inch by inch, over the course of several minutes, worked my meat inside until I bottomed out into her. In. Don Hugo had watched the boy run from him. He had shouted after the boy but he hadn't pursued him. He was a Count not a servant. He didn't chase after people. He had others do that for him. Instead of chasing after the boy Don Hugo had called out for a guard. Nobody had responded. He had called out several times before he had stopped calling. Not a single person had come in response to his calls. In anger and frustration Don Hugo walked over to the bell rope hanging behind his desk and he. I pulled the sash off her robe and it fell open revealing her ample cleavage, a flat stomach and neatly trimmed pubes." What are you doing" she whispered as my hands pushed the bathrobe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I moved her around to face the back yard and stood behind her. One hand roughly groping a big breast the other undid my football shorts and pulled them down. Her hand reached back and guided my cock in her moist pussy."I ... have... never... "Feeling the head of my. "Pete thought about what Mr. Jeffers said the rest of the evening. It would sure save him a lot of time and fuel if he could do the no till planting. He decided to give it a try. He had an old spray rig he thought he could get working. He knew his bush hog would work because he used it off and on during the warmer weather.Early the next morning Pete began cutting the field. With his small equipment it took him four days to do the job but he stuck with it. After he finished he hooked up his disc.