He didn't need to make a living any longer and I think he was planning on just looking for a place to enjoy the living he'd already made," Gerald told...me."That ended up being bad for him and good for me then. I regret his tragic accident but I'm glad to have the property. Let's go on to the library. We've got a lot to talk about."And talk we did. He agreed to take on planning and oversight for the whole job. Including a complete remodeling of the Whitfield's home, a brand new showplace church. The feelings in my ass were more intense with every stroke. I was soon bucking my hips to meet his. "That's it girl," he panted. "Ooh yes Father," I sighed. He lifted me off the bed and churned his hips, then burying his cock upto the hilt in me he stopped. "Pauline, tell me who your master is," he said, his voice strained. "You are Father, you are," I panted. "And what is your purpose in life," he asked. "To serve you and make you happy Father," I replied. "And will to do anything for me," he. ” She wriggled free and stood to get her bag from overhead. “You planned this, didn’t you?” She bit her lip. “Kind of. What happened on the ride was just because I got impatient.” I followed her off the coach in something of a daze. I’d fully expected to come here to spend a week skiing and hanging out with my friend. Only in my deepest fantasies had I thought anything would happen. Hoped, sure, hoped until it hurt. But, expected, no. We collected our bags and hailed a taxi to take us to the. "So Monica," DD said purposely using the English version of Monique's name as he rinsed off her breasts once more, "Don't you think it's time we truly introduced ourselves? I found the note you 'accidentally' left on your tray," he looked defiantly in her eyes as he said this; though he didn't seem mad, he was definitely saying, 'I'm not stupid'. "You know the note I mean right, the one that told us you were all safe to fuck and that we would start off our relationship with a role play. So tell.