This was the first stone-built house that I had ever seen, not at all like the timber and brick houses of England. Above the main entrance, there was ... balcony with a carved balustrade, and there were statues of Greek heroes either side of the main door, which was approached by a grand staircase. Inside, the rooms were cool, and at the end of the wide passageway, doors opened onto an enclosed courtyard with a raised pool in the centre with a tinkling fountain. Up to that point I had thought. I flicked my tongue softly back and forth over her clit, making it swell against my tongue. I could taste her sweet pussy juice as it leaked from inside her. It coated my tongue as it slid between her moist lips. Her moans were becoming more vocal and I could tell she was beginning to wake up. I hoped that she would not freak out and that last night wasn’t a one time thing. I was really scared; this was a huge risk I was taking. I watched her face as I licked and sucked at her pussy. I could. If she rose up any higher, her nipples would be stretched painfully toward the floor. She could squat deeper, closer to the floor, to relieve the tension. But it was a bad idea. It would only increase the temptation to straighten her legs. "Thirty minutes," I said and walked out of the room.There was no way she could last, Peter knew that and he'd told me that. She'd try to remain stationary but would give up and lower herself toward the floor. And that was when the real pain would. Her calves. He snapped his fingers. Come here, my child. She took in front of him, wide eyed, a hint of a smile still on her face. Her little tits were round on her tiny frame. Are you hurt badly, Callia? She frowned, and the purple bruise on her lip stretched. She looked puzzled. Im not hurt at all, Father. He sighed as he slid his hand between her thighs and worked a finger between the soft lips of her little cunt. Her head tilted back, just slightly and her little mouth opened in a sweet little moan..