“Fucking hell, do me harder! Harder!”I brought my French Mistress to three more orgasms that afternoon before we both collapsed onto the damp shee...s in a big, satisfied, sweaty mess. We lay, holding one another for a while before Mrs. Taylor leaned over and kissed me on the lips.“Thank you, young man. I think that I can safely say that you have learned your lesson and that Auntie Wendy has forgiven you for what you have done.” Her hair brushed against my skin as she leaned over to kiss me. Michelle, Chad's mother, and Brian, his father, had left for the airportto pick Alison up and left their son to finish cleaning the house beforethey returned. He was like any typical teenager and did the bare minimumwhen it came to the job. A quick dusting and a brief run of the vacuumcleaner was seen as enough for him. He was just happy to have the house tohimself for a few hours. Once his "cleaning" was done, he made his wayupstairs to pass the time by doing what any single teenage boy. I could sense her first time is with me because I never seen her hanging with a boy. Some girls, here and there I told her. Some? How many and whats their names? I really didnt want to have this conversation in this wonderful time. Just two It came out of me like a whisper. Huh? Who? She knew Im not that much famous in school. I knew I had to tell her the truth. You remember the two girls that sometime hangout with my friends? Trisha and Ella? Yeah I can remember all jerks in your jerk pack.. I was allowed this privilege for my heroic stand that allowed us to take the fortress and send those cursed weak samurai running to the swamps, their a curious lot slim slight curved swords and same goes for their spears. Their great for slashing but flimsy and easy to break although their women something of a delicacy slight frame large full breasts and beautiful black hair.I had taken many female thralls in my raids but the samurai women were among the rarest. Word came from a hold close to.