Biting my lower lip to prevent the slippage of any moans, I would lye facing the wall, my back to Ella's bed and gently moisten my pussy until access ...ould be made to my sopping hole. Making sure to silence any noises, I would allow a finger to slip past and deliver an explosive amount of pleasure as it would plunge into me. While plunging my finger in and working in a second, I often found myself wondering if Ella was doing the same as she lay just feet away, thinking of one of my stories, or. But being reduced to little more than an object to clean his mistress, being forced to perform such a degrading task, excited him, and his cock was beginning to stir, something that did not go unnoticed by Freya."Now the other," she said, exchanging her clean foot for the other. Edward resumed his licking with thorough attentiveness."Look at you, cleaning my dirty, sweaty feet with your tongue" said Freya, more to herself than to Edward, "you're filthy. There's no level you wouldn't stoop to,. "Still," he said to himself, "if that cheers her up around the office it can only be to the good." So, is she still free to act, or are the rumours about her and her husband true?" Anch," Henry fell easily back into using the girl's familiar name, "You know me, I can't keep track of the ins and outs of Kushtian intrigues."Anch exclaimed with a disbelieving, "Pooh!" But," Henry said with a conspiratorial air. "I did see something. Though I am not sure if I should say."Henry's remark may not have. Patrick was the best new recruit the seminary had the good fortune to process in many a year. He absorbed his Latin lessons so quickly that the tutor was pushed to devise new hurdles for him to climb. Finally, he gave up and admitted young Patrick spoke Latin better than he.His younger sister, Maureen laughed at the thought of her shy brother in the garb of a man of God. She had convinced her mother that the convent was definitely not for her, leading her parents to shift their attentions to.