He reminded me that he was direct, blunt and nosy and that I shouldn't be shocked."Look," he said, "when I was your age, I jerked off a lot, and my mo... probably washed a ton of underclothes, sheets and pillowcases just like yours. It's no big deal, okay? We're a couple of strangers who will never see each other again, so why not level with me?" Okay," I replied. "You're right, most of what's in that case has dried semen on it."Next he asked me how often I jerked off, where and when, an so on.. So we want it to lookbeautiful and authentic, in the best and correct period style," (LadyHarriet allowed herself a self-congratulatory smirk) "but we also want itto look like a house that's been lived in--well-maintained, but not brandnew. Some shabby bits here and there, even. Some scars and imperfections.Like people!" Harriet added, pleasantly. She clearly enjoyed sharing herphilosophy on interior design."We'll continue living in London for the time being," Emma said in answerto a question. I shrugged, trying not to think of them. ‘He doesn’t…… hit you, does he?’ He asked almost sickened by that thought. ‘He has,’ I said. ‘I’m okay though. Can we not talk about them?’ I said getting uncomfortable. He nodded. ‘I’m really sorry, Emily.’ He said. ‘I wish there was something I could do.’ ‘It’s okay, don’t be sorry.’ I told him ‘You’re eighteen, aren’t you?’ He asked almost like he had a brilliant idea. ‘Yeah…’ I said confused. ‘Then tonight, you’re going to come home with me.’ He. His mouth opened her lips even further, seeking for her sweet wetness.Waves of pleasure went through Helena, making her knees buckle. His tongue pressed forward, filling her pussy, then sliding across her clit, teasing it, whipping it, causing her to squirt. It went directly in his mouth, and he swallowed with pleasure, repeating the motion, pushing his large tongue deep inside her cunt. He was rewarded again and again with more squirting.“Do not tease me anymore, you bastard… fuck me now!”.