‘Um, sorry to interrupt Miss Davenshaw,’ Edmund, who had been silent until now spoke up. Miss Davenshaw turned to him in annoyance. ‘Yes, Edmund...’ ‘I think we should also look at the context. We can’t be a slave to the letter of the policy.’ Although the sight of Miss Davenshaw’s strong, focused blue eyes glazing over as her lips parted slightly and her head gently, almost imperceptibly lolling forward was now becoming familiar, Edmund was still nowhere near tiring of it. Watching this. I wasn't watching what Andy was doing -- my attention was on Sophie watching me, and she looked very pleased at what she was seeing -- but it wasn't long after that he came all over his belly.As we both lay there in the afterglow of our orgasms, Sophie reached over to me, ran a couple fingers through the cum on my legs, and put those fingers in her mouth. She held them there for a time, and I could see her tongue lapping up our cum because her mouth was slightly open. She looked very pleased. How can I be what they want and need, if I don’t KNOW what they want and need, and use it in the ways that I’ve described several times by now?Yes, Cause and Effect.The Master/slave version of the theory of Relativity, maybe?That works for me. I like the sound of it.Now, where were we? Oh yeah...I looked over at Amy and asked, “You still have my little friend, Princess?”“It’s over on the chair where I was sitting, Sir. I’ll get it.”By the time I had once again used Becky’s hair to pull her back. I wasn’t sure what the heck constituted good feng shui, but I suspected his office had it. Shoji screens with black frames and almond-hued panes lined three walls, and the wall behind his black lacquer desk held an assortment of swords and traditional karate weapons, common Okinawan farm implements turned to a sterner purpose under the Japanese oppression. His desk was much cleaner than mine (I work in a law office and have many precarious stacks), tastefully displaying a few special items the.