That was a hard day.” Florette nodded to the young girl in acknowledgement of their bond of sisterhood, of bearing the burdens of being a woman. She...could see the distress in Marie’s eyes, the reflected pain of her rough life under the control of rough men. No matter how much a woman denied the pain another woman could detect it in her eyes. The life of a woman, especially a pretty young woman like Marie who lacked a male protector was very difficult on Île de France. This was the burden of. Your begging pushes me over the edge and I explode deep into your pussy. We orgasm one last time together, our juices combining and leaking out of your pussy slowly as I keep pumping into your pussy.I slide out of your pussy, and its leaking out cum and all sorts of tasty juices. I release you from your binds and before I can do anything else, you throw me down on the bed and tie my hands up in the binds that I just released you from. My body and mind is stunned by the quickness of what is. ‘I’m sorry. But I,’ he looked at Krissy and then back at me. ‘I really like you.’ ‘I’m sorry, but I told you I have a boyfriend.’ ‘Can I just have your number or something?’ I shook my head a bit wildly. I really wanted to get to know this guy better. Find out his name, get to know him, but I couldn’t do that to Eric. A wave of guilt swept through me. ‘I’m sorry. No.’ Just then Krissy’s Benz pulled up and I hurriedly slipped inside. He closed the door behind me. ‘Look Jane,’ He said. My birth mother had been a stunner like Mom and thankfully I’d inherited my looks from her, not Dad. I was six-foot-one, broad shouldered and confident. I’d lost my virginity when I was sixteen to Missy Mansell, a popular varsity cheerleader, two years my senior. She’d told me my dick was a lot bigger than some of the seniors she’d slept with.I enjoyed the extra attention from Mom and became increasingly more brazen with my compliments too. One morning, she turned up for our gym session in.