I want you all over me and into me. Never leave me ever.” I could no longer feel sane, and so, my hand went down and I removed the sari knot and sli... it off her, and then her petticoat. Her cunt was just luscious and was throbbing. Not a hair was on it. Seeing that lovely sight, I dipped my face between her thighs and said. “Krishna. I am now going to indulge in licking you and hope you will enjoy it.” “I will babu. I am going to love everything you do. From now on, you are my master and I am. While I examined his work, he went back to the stable, retrieving the special harnesses and two horses so we could test the scraper.After harnessing up the horses, I explained how the device worked, and then watched enviously as Frank tested it out. Smiling at the successful test, I was inwardly upset that my shoulder and hand were preventing me from even this simple activity. I was pulled out of my negative state by Mr. Mendoza.“You know, Paul,” he said thoughtfully with a large grin, “every. . . 10, he responded, “How did you master the art of playing chess? And those guys . . . you seem . . . so . . . you know . . . comfortable with them . . . how . . .” She didn’t answer. It all seemed too coincidental. She was like a dream come true for him. Most of what he knew of her concretely was learned in the last 45 minutes. For a week, he’d fantasized about her, speculated, surmised but she was turning out to be more than he’d even allowed himself to contemplate. Beauty, brains,. ”“How long?”“Is forever long enough?”“We may be able to do all I’d like to do to you in that period of time.”“You’re so fucking sexy ... I could get naked and get over there on you right now.”“You’re just a naturally wild-ass young girl, aren’t you?”“I’m a Wild Child. Gramps calls me that, he said my Granny was a Wild Child and she would do anything, anywhere, anytime, if he told her to.”“Would you be my Wild Child?”“Yours alone?”“Mine exclusively.”“I already want to. You won’t hurt me, will.