There was little said between any of us. Quinlan and Anarion had long transcended the need for idle chatter, and my 'master' and I said as little to e...ch other as possible. The enormity of Quinlan's words and the changes that my life had undergone, more than ill temper or discomfort from my virgin experience upon horseback, robbed me of any desire for conversation.That evening, somewhere between Tilverton and Arabel —as far in the wild as I had ever been—the rift between Anarion and myself grew. Looking at the petite blonde Tom couldn’t help but notice how attractive his new secretary was. His old one had been going on sixty, with grey hair and the figure to match. Rebecca, on the other hand, was only 22, about 5’2′ with a slim yet curvy figure and shoulder length, straight blonde hair. Not for the first time, Tom congratulated himself on his choice and found himself wondering what she looked like under her smart charcoal suit dress. ‘Sorry Rebecca, I thought you’d left already.’ ‘I. She took a look in the mirror and decided that she liked the look of herself in them! Very seductive! Reluctantly she donned her business suit and went off to work and an uneventful day.In the evening Miranda was waiting for her, unashamedly naked in front of Patric, to whom she was chatting animatedly as the pupil walked in. Pat made his excuses and left, his mind already fixed on the three pints of draught Guinness in the Crown and Anchor, and the chat with his friend, of whom, more. I began to concentrate on her little clit, still sliding my finger in and out of her cunt. She began to moan and was practically humping my face. I was beginning to get tongue cramp but I could sense she was near orgasm so I kept going until she finally began to shake in the ecstasy of her orgasm. It lasted for about 20 seconds as she held my face firmly into her cunt, my fingers deep in her pussy as I could get them and I could feel her cunt muscles contracting round them. Once it finished I.