" Then putting the stitching down, she came over to examine his side, and continued, "But we bear it as best we can. Others have lost far more. Now re...t."She paused for a moment, and almost as an afterthought, she bent over him, softly kissing his forehead, before going to the kitchen to bring him some soup.After a couple days, Abraham's strength had returned enough to for her to be able to help him outside to the porch, where he could sit in the sun while she tended to what few chickens were. She gagged at the intrusion, her eyes opening wide as her mouth was filled with his hard cock. Now her lips were stretched properly wide around him.He laughed as she struggled with her gag-reflex. “The look on your face right now, baby—worth a million fucking dollars.”She moved to pull herself from his cock, but he gripped her tightly and held her on him, then dragged her off when he chose to do so, as she coughed and spluttered.“That’s it, sweetheart, now you’re learning. Feel the fear and do. She was into running and cycling and she listened to a lot of the same music that John was into."Aren't you a bit young to be listening to that sort of stuff?" enquired John.Kate laughed. "That's what all my friends at college say." You're at college?" John asked."Yes," Kate confirmed. "Doing my A-Levels next year, then hopefully off to uni." Oh right. So that would make you, what, eighteen?" John asked."Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age?" she laughed."Oh yeah. Sorry," John. The desk. The leather chair. The whole dominant/submissive undertone of being called to service a man who held power over her. Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a firm touch to the small of her back. She turned her head in reaction to see Greg had stepped up behind and close to her body. He was looking at her excitedly and it was obvious he was anxious for the experience to progress. Taking his lead (for her own purposes as well), Rachel walked with him over towards the desk and.