’ ‘Did they?’ he replied in an amused voice. ‘Honey is everything OK,’ came a voice female voice from inside. Christelle face sunk into sadn...ss. ‘Look. If it’s a bad time I’ll go and give you a ring.’ ‘No. No. It’s great to see you. Just a little unexpected,’ he explained as he opened the door. ‘Come in and you can tell how you’re going.’ Christelle glided in on her towering heels, which made her taller than Greg, her carry all in hand. Standing in the middle of large living area was a. I looked at her slender figure with her long black hair resting on her gorgeous breasts and I felt a tingle in my briefs.I said “Aren't you going to take your bra & panties off?” . “Thats your job!” she giggled “But you have to catch me first”, and with that she turned and ran out of the pool house, dived into the pool and proceeded to swim underwater.She was obviously and strong swimmer and confident in the water, but that was ok, so was I. I dived in after her and a few moments later I was. I squirm beneath his touch and he chuckles again which just makes me squirm more. His hands are getting oh so close now and I know he can feel the dampness around my panties. I gasp as he softly runs one finger of the mound of my womanhood, touching me through my soaked underwear. “Hmmm,” he says in a low voice. “Looks like someone’s been naughty and gotten horny.” He says ‘naughty’ in a lustful dirty way. My breathing hitches, thrills coursing through my body as I wait for his next move. I. She bore his first son which set her apart, but the only special treatment she wanted was a higher level of punishment.Her body was covered in red welts, dark bruises, fresh scratches & cuts, and dull scars. At 12 years old, she still had another four years before her expiration. However, she knew she didn’t want the normal treatment. It looked like a lot of fun to her, but the downside was she could only do it once. No, when it was her time she wanted something more. She had no fear of dying,.