I use a range of methods involving restraint, submission and control." I could see that Amanda was experiencing some measure of arousal at my words an... that Estelle, too, was more than intellectually engaged in our conversation. "And my purpose is to enable you to acquire a husband of the standing that would provide you with a comfortable existence." You talk of marriage as if it were some commercial arrangement." Estelle's piercing eyes showed how much she disapproved of the concept. "And as. She smelt as good as she looked, a mixture of soap, mild perfume and her own scent. I inhaled her breath as she held her mouth close to mine, and I just wanted her body in the worst possible way. “Let’s go down to my room,” she said, softly, “I want to make love. I think you do, too.” I got up, weak kneed, and we walked down to her bedroom. She had bought herself a double bed when she first started working, and she looked at the bed, but turned to me, and held me close. “Wayne, I don’t want. "Now remove his pants. Kneading his thighs take as much of his cock as you can into your mouth. Richard grab her hair, grasping it between your fingers. Making sure she deep throats." Even though Maureen was gagging I knew she loved it. From our previous conversations she loved it rough. "Richard that is enough no need to hurt her. Maureen grip his cock firmly with both your hands as you suck. As you go up and down user your hands in the same motion. Yes that's it." I definitely needed to. The memory remained in her mouth for several seconds. Finally it too faded, leaving only longing. Her hand crept forwards again, before she could stop it. Two then, and who could say that one of the other housefolk hadn’t taken them? A pink wrapper, this time. A strawberry smell. The paper crinkled and she placed it flat upon the sofa’s arms, careful to avoid tears. Something so pretty should stay intact. The strawberry sweet didn’t burst with syrup when she bit it. Instead it had a feathery.