" I strip off my clothes in clumsy haste and am on top of her. She struggles in anticipation of another tickling, but instead my fingers find their wa... to the elastic waistband of her pants and panties. I pull them down to mid thigh and pull up her sweater revealing creamy yet perky tits topped with cute pink little nipples. She's struggling, muttering something about not having this in mind. I again pull her so the belt is taut, her arms stretched out. I push her knees to the side and aim for. Not the kind that most rich people have- no, the servants I have serve me in an entirely different way. Let me explain further my life. Throughout my entire childhood I had known of my attraction to women and so had my aunt. She forbade me from acting upon my impulses despite how natural they were. I guess when she died I felt something inside me release. I immediately did all I could to find women who were in need of a home and love. I suppose you could say I took advantage of their needs- but. Separately. I was sorely tempted to climb in with Cassandra, but I knew we'd forget what we were supposed to be doing while blinded in carnal bliss. Katrina offered to wash my back for me, but I turned her down for the same reason. I didn't feel the pull of a bond but I was just as attracted to her. I worried how much that would be amplified by the bond.Cassandra's house not only had a second full bath on the main floor, but it also had a second story I had been too distracted to notice before.. My tongue flicked over her clit as my fingers slid in and out of her juicy pussy, getting it warmed up for my already-stiff cock. As she moved her hips faster and her breathing rate got more rapid, I could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. The juices were flowing in her pussy which made my cock even harder just thinking about how good it was going to feel slipping into her. Finally, she pulled me against her pussy while I continued to lick and finger her, convulsing slightly as she.