She slipped her middle finger into her slippery, tight slit and a muffled whimper escaped her as ecstasy unfurled throughout her entire body, forcing ...er body to tremble to the delicious, intoxicating sensations of her little mouth being used so perfectly by Connor.“I could fuck you all day like this,” he whispered. “Feeding you my cock, teasing your nipples and watching you finger that wet, beautiful pussy.”Sophie felt as if she were dreaming as he wrapped his right hand around her neck at the. In the few seconds it took her hands to home in, their target had become proudly erect.My conscious mind still had no appetite for sex but my baser urges took over. Hardly knowing what I was doing, in fact feeling almost like a spectator, I thrust inside her. She looked so fragile that I thought I ought to try to exercise some control and treat her gently, but she forced herself down upon me with a series of powerful hip movements and came massively. The sight of this delicate frame tossing in. About a hundred people lived and worked on the estate, described as serfs or villein, farming the fields and maintaining the property. They were not exactly servants, but rather they paid rent to their Lord, and they had obligations relating to labor and upkeep. They had their own quaint houses, their own fields that they were responsible for, their own livestock and crops. There was even a blacksmith, a mill, and a chapel. Iden had inherited a small town as much as his own private property,. With my purse filled with my life savings in quarters, I sat down and dialed. It was an old fashioned phone with a real dial that you have to spin around, so when the artificially pleasant voice mail system droned on about pressing 1 for lingerie, 2 for leather, 3 for bras and girdles I gave the round dial a dirty look and clobbered that ancient piece of technology with my coin laden purse.Maybe it was dumb luck, or maybe the inner bowels of the phone system took pity on me, but Ma Bell reacted.