I couldn’t help myself and came in about 30 seconds. She hadn’t cum and looked disappointed. I dove between her legs and feverishly began lick a...d sucking my cum from her pussy. Her nails were digging into my back and her legs were f***efully wrapped around my neck as she was trying to pull me deeper inside her like an octopus and its prey. I lost count on how many times she came. She’d been listening to Pat’s training and was getting good at giving orders. The next words out of her. She wiped it with her finger, and I imagined her say “what this my girl?”But she didn’t. She just licked her finger, and said “Mmm, nice.” Then she sat back down, and if I didn’t know better, flashed her knickers at my boyfriend. A thought entered my head, the thought of sharing my boyfriend with her. I wouldn’t mind, she was my best friend. She could show me things, teach me, and who better. My nipples were hard at the thought. Then suddenly I knew I wanted to, but would she want to, would. But I do rememberreading an introductory essay on Ivan Turgenev that toldme that at fifteen (my age) a kitchen maid was sent by hismother to his room to initiate him in the ways of love. Ifound this a transfixing thought. I was profoundly enviousback then; now I am merely delighted by the imaginativepossibilities, and no amount of hard-headed knowledgeabout the plight of the Russian poor and the abuse ofpower can spoil it.As Turgenev remembered it decades later, the girl cameup behind him and. She had no idea really, other than she’d wanted to and she could find no reason for even that. As she neared the top, she was surprised to find the slight depression which she’d had no warning of as she’d gotten near. She walked up a small rim and found a little dell. It was just another little place, much like many others that she’d seen on her way up, but the scenery in this one so close to the top took her breath as she seemed to be catapulted into a separate space. Silke was quite aware of.