She felt the tip of his penis brush against her vagina. He grabbed it with his right hand and began rubbing it on her clit. She threw her head back an... her mouth was wide open letting out a small cry. "Please" she whimpered, "Please put it in me"He continued to tickle her clit with it, not saying a word. "Oh God, yes" she said as she could feel herself approaching orgasm. He suddenly pulled away and her cry of disappointment was replaced by a shreak of joy as he replaced his cock with his. .. I still had faint, very fucking faint, hopes that they'd be asleep when I got home and I could sneak in and no one would be the wiser."It was an hour-and-a-half after I'd said I'd be back from my friend's house when Dad found me walking down the street. They'd already called my friend and knew I wasn't where I'd said I'd be. He started to ask me what happened and I told him it could wait until we got home so I'd only have to tell it once. Otherwise that was the quietest, most tense ride I. He had been reading the same paper, I noticed. One small article on the front page, describing the betrothal of a Balkan prince, had been circled by Castwich. More input for his Geneao-Plan, I assumed.Julian smiled as I sat down and suggested a drink. I am wary of alcohol. I never use it when I am working – which of course is most of the time – since my methods need a precise understanding of the responses of my subject. On this occasion, though, the cellar at Highgate was without an occupant. My cock was pressed up against her pubic mound, I could feel how hot and wet she was. She pulled back and looked at me, "Put it in, I know it'll hurt just put it in."I moved my cock in between her legs and held it under her pussy. Mrs. West sat next to us, leaning in she whispered into my ear. "Forget about what I said before. Take her now, make her your bitch." I almost forgot this was her daughter she was talking about!I grabbed her hip with one hand and kept my cock still with the other, I.