"Master Trader, I am not of the nobility. Monsieur d'Argois was a by-blow of a cadet branch of a very minor house. My father was a trader, much like y...urself, my husband too, and but for the accident of my sex, I am also a trader. I appreciate flattery, but I do not let it turn my head." I took the bottle he offered and filled both our cups. "Let us drink to the guilders we are going to make. Your guilders and mine, may their union produce lots of little guilders." A worthy toast," he said with. .. easy.She had me at a very young age and I was pulled around with her from system to system. I knew emperors and kings, princes and presidents. My teachers have been ... different than most. One was the best thief known, of course he was retired ... sort of. There have been professors and assassins, special operation soldiers and spies.I even had a queen teach me to dance and a concert master teach me to play music. What I did not have was a real mother. She was really not there and most of. Indeed, she wore skirts that, although not terribly short, were cut to allow her to show off those legs to their best advantage.The first day of class had demonstrated that Mademoiselle Sylvia, as she preferred to be called, was able to gain everyone's attention, and to also divert it to the subject when she wanted. She faced the class, she sat behind her desk, she stood behind her podium. However, when she turned and wrote on the blackboard, a barely suppressed groan went through the entire. .more...more...please...please...please...please...please...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me more." His hands were gripping on my hips deeply, feeling his hands squeezing both of my hips as he kept fucking my ass deeper and deeper. Only then did my moans get louder!INSIDE MY ASS! COME INSIDE MY BUTT NOW!! I LOVE HOW MUCH IT HURTS!! FUCK ME DEEPER!! MORE BABY MORE!!" At the sound of those words, he got harder, faster, pushing my ass deeper, pushing my upper body deep into the lazyboy rocking chair,.