“Have you never been out of the vault?” I asked.He looked at me again. “I am exceedingly aware of the contents of the vault, more so than anyone...has ever been. If I were to leave the vault, any Magus worth half his salt could easily extract anything they wanted to know from me and potentially put the world of Magic in danger.” He stopped long enough to emulate taking a deep breath and then said, “As it stands, I cannot leave the vault. The defenses of the Manor see to that.”I nodded. “Well,. "They lied to me. Ever since I was born. He wasn't even my dad."Mark and I didn't say anything, we just held him."They didn't meet at college." Chris laughed, but it was a sad sound. "My mom didn't even go to college, she was sixteen? Jesus. No wonder she looks so good. She's what? Thirty-two or something? I thought she was almost forty." Chris..." I pulled his face to the comforter, against my breasts."She was just some high school slut from ... What did she say? Syracuse?" Chris shook his. “Umm, no.”“Exactly. Young enough so that what you’ve just done means a life sentence for you. Unless you do exactly as I say.”I may have gulped, but whatever.“You are going to marry me and sign this property over to me. Do you understand? And don’t get the idea that you are going to be doing to me what you have been doing to my granddaughter. You will live in here and I will have the house.”“No way!”“Yes way. You have a choice and you have just five minutes to make it before I call the. ..yessss.”“You wanna taste yourself?” I ask.“No,” she says. “But you can put a finger in.”“Ring finger? Middle?--”“--finger me, now,” she says.I go with the middle. Effortless to slide in. I’m sliding in and out now, while I lick arches along her hood. Amelia is doing a lot of the work, grooving her crotch into and out of my face as my tongue reaches out. I like it when the scents of her pussy get trapped in her pubic hair, the musk hitting me when she pushes back into my face. Pussy is so good.