I'm not sure about the size of Jim's cock, but she was a firecracker on mine. She was moaning and talking to me.Tamara was saying, "I'm sorry Master, ...lease don't rape me. Please don't get me pregnant. I don't want to end up picking beans in the field with a baby in my belly."I slapped her ass hard. It sounded worse than it stung, but she responded and picked up the pace, trying to please me. She ended up having a couple of orgasms while I continued to fuck her from behind. She and Jim were a. She was responsible for them and as such I expected her to have the dress re-washed and ironed and I even went with her when she gave the job to one of the scullions. She, like you, wondered if the stain would come out but she said she do her best. I thanked the girl and then suggested to Mrs. Evans that if it didn't become acceptably clean, she should provide you with another from the store. I could tell she was displeased at that but I left before she could argue."Next morning there was a. Something had changed her, but I had too much on my mind to even think of following up.I know she did it for my benefit though, so I let my eyes feast on her until she stood up straight. I then raised my eyes to hers and smiled. Nothing was said until she asked, "Was there anything else you needed John?" It was a definite invitation the way she said it."No, Carrissa, I don't need anything now, but maybe later I will think of something. Thank you, and I appreciate everything you do for me.". And I am aiding and abetting her.” He turned away and stared out to sea, his heart thumping in his chest. He forced himself not to look back for a good couple of minutes. “Hello sailor!” It was the woman in the yellow blouse, her voice low and seductive. Robert stood up fast and turned towards her. “Did you like the show?” she asked with a grin. Richard’s voice cracked as he responded. “Ah, yes, most delightful.... so... revealing.” He was struggling to find words, but she seemed to have no.