Lilley began to move and I could feel her pussy rubbing against mine, it was making me feel hot watching her breasts go up and down.We both moan with ...leasure with every movement of her pussy rubbing my pussy, then we both moaned “I’M CUMMMING”.Then Lilley laid next to me as we catching our breath, then we started kissing again before we fell asleep for a couple of hours.I woke up at 3:00 pm in the evening “oh fuck Lilley wake up, come on wake up”“What’s the matter Jemma?”“Fuck look at the. I may be a damn bastard, not yet a monster.Her shaking, squirming and frightened groans only made me hornier as I spread her little flower just in front of my eyes, stretching her outer lips fully apart with my thumbs. Her little pussy seemed so delicate, in that bright tone of pink..."A-Augh! N-No... Please, no..." She resumed her weeping."You can cry as much as you want, darling, as long as you don't disturb me. You're mine and I'll do anything I want to you, so there's no sense asking me to. ." she started but never finished as she turned to look him in the eye but wound up with his lips all over hers.She mumbled, trying to resist, but they both knew it was useless. Her temperature was already rising and her breathing coming in gasps."Spread 'em, Marsha," came his whispered command."Nooooo," she whined, but as if her body was no longer hers to control, her legs parted and she gasped when he pushed closer and his lance pressed hard against her nest."No! Please Trent," she begged.. "There have been many nights when I have taken my seatacross from her, enjoying her exquisite suffering, while Desk brought me tosatisfaction." "Who or what is Desk?"Beatrice asked. "Over there," Francis said,pointing.. Residing in shadows, and appearing to be made from a solid piece of oak, wasa well-crafted desk. Hewn of thick timbers, it stood in quiet contrast to therest of the room's decadent furnishings. From beneath the desk's top piece couldbe seen the vague outline of a woman's lower.