"I don't need a servant. Go away."Heather's throat went dry. She licked her lips."Your mother, the Duchess, she hired me..." I don't NEED anyone! Go a...ay!"Her mind raced. She had to do something, fast. There were other girls who could be brought here, others to take her place at a moment's notice. She was nothing special. Heather's eyes darted around the room, looking for something she could use. She noticed the books. Many books. The girl, for all she was only six, seemed to love to read. Not. She does not expect my two fingers once and she seems felt some pain in her ass. So I removed my finger in the ass and licked it. Again I put it in her ass hole and now she is ok with this as finger is lubricated with saliva. I am moving my fingers in and out on both her holes. She is standing there very uncomfortable and for the first time she touched me, placed her left hand on my shoulder for support. Suddenly and un expected thing happen, she leaned towards my face and kissed me on my lips. As my eyes opened, I felt his hand brushing my wild tangle of hair out of my face and was watching me with a small smile. “God, your so beautiful…” he said to me, and he let his voice trail off as he leaned down and kissed me. Nothing new there, we had shared those short, friendly kisses before (we had previously agreed we wouldn’t go further..), but there was another element in that kiss that afternoon. Love? Lust? Was that kiss “the straw that broke the camel’s back”? Could we just not. I held off saying anything to you before, because I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that friendship, but I see that was a mistake. I should have come right out and told you everything, and then you could have made up your mind, if you wanted to associate with this crazy old man.’ ‘Henry, nothing that you could tell me is going to change me from being your friend. I wouldn’t care if you said that you saw the Lock Ness monster swimming out there on the lake.’ He chuckled and shook his.