. but the thing is, I'd rather be with you."At the weekend, I called in to see Helen. Over tea and lumps of wonderful, sticky fruit-cake, we discussed...her daughter."Ted, the first time we met, I could tell Phil was more than half in love with you, and that hasn't changed. She's going through the motions of dating boys, but to be fair, they just don't have the maturity and experience to please her." She shrugged. "I've done my best, but..." She was silent for several minutes, deep in thought.I. “Yes, ma’am. Most folks just call me Stuart or Smithy, like I told ya on the phone. I checked with Stella and she has your rooms ready. You will be pleased to know that your crates did finally turn up. They are all packed into the trailer at the motel ready to go. Arisin Mining even set up a special donga at the site for you,” he informed her with his sexy Australian drawl.“Thank you. I had hoped that they would agree to the accommodations that I had asked for. Stuart, this is Professor Mark. The material of your panties was damp and as I rubbed you, I pushed the material a little way inside you. I could feel your pussy, wet and open. The panties went inside you a little and your knickers were a perfect sensual barrier. I loved the way you jerked lightly against my touch, pushing yourself on to me, trying to match my rhythm with your own. You pushed and jerked your hips, eager to get more of me inside you, eager for a greater friction that would take you to the place we both wanted. With one hand I held the lips of her pussy open and I unceremoniously shoved the two wetted fingers deep into her pink hole."Oh fuck, Master! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me with your fingers, Master! Oh please, that feels so good!" she cried out half in surprise and shock, and half in the pure pleasure of being filled up again."You like this do you, whore? You like my fingers up your dirty, dried up, whore cunt? You like when strange men fingerfuck you? What a fucking tramp you are… a fucking gutter.