" Christine, was there no one else living in the house with you and your father?" No, it was just the two of us. We could not afford servants. Those l...st months, we could barely afford the rent, food or medicine, much less the expense of servants. We needed very little and taking care of Papa helped me forget just how dire our situation truly was. Once Papa realized he was dying, he sent a letter to Madame Giry asking her to come as quickly as possible. She arrived two days later..." Wait! Are. When he got above my thighs he slightly parted my legs and although I expected him to plunge into my pussy he just ran his tongue over the hair on my mound, pushing down to just above my bud but working on upwards as he had done on my legs, circling his way up my abdomen he paused to work my navel, something I wasn't expecting but which brought out a sweat across my forehead and set my pulse racing. Upwards he worked spending very little time on my my nipples and working on my upper chest and. Don't forget to floss."It had been an amazing and surprising experience. But in a way it had also been frustrating. She had given me a wonderful orgasm, but she hadn't taken off any of her clothes. I hadn't seen any of her body. Her breasts, that I had so often felt pressed against me, remained a mystery. Her hand job had been like eating a diet meal; it got the job done, with no frills, but left me wanting more.Of course, for the next three months I was obsessed about what she had meant when. I heard him unzip something and closed my eyes shut not wanting to know what was next from him. As I heard him moving around, I prayed what ever it was he was planning it didn’t include more pain. He placed his hands on either side of my ass; I felt him spread my ass cheeks. I dared not to move for fear of him hitting me again. He removed a hand from my ass. “Ok my little slut I need some relief, My cock is hard as a rock.”I could feel his cock head push against my pussy. I closed my eyes even.