Picking me up and throwing me on my back into the bed, his face is between my legs before I even stop bouncing. I moan and try to move away from his e...pert tongue. Where did he learn this sorcery? He holds onto my thighs to keep me in place and I push lightly on his head. I don’t want him to stop but the pleasure is too much, Sir. I won’t last.I cry out at the hard slap to my sensitive clit. Even through the pain, I almost came from that. Sir knows exactly how close I am though. He grins. Always a very intelligent student she knew even at that age, that her condition was called nymphomania.But she would have choosen that nymphomania over the revelation she was hit with today, on her 17th birthday. The truth about her birth, about her past and about the destiny her father saved her from.Her father Ramakanth was a bureaucrat who was at heart a very good man. He was not always an honest man but he was widely known as a good man. At the time of her 12th birthday he was stationed in. I resumed my duties servicing both Maria and her mother on a weekly basis and it seemed like her mother was particularly glad to see me as it took her mind of the situation with her soon to be ex-husband, she seemed to want to take it more and more in the arse or doggy style and I came to the conclusion that she liked to be submissive and for me to be masterful, fucking the slaves and all that and she certainly liked waiting till Maria had gone to bed then approaching me on the couch and. The lens was pointed at an area by the lake that was a hotbed for deer.Warren easily unstrapped the camera from the tree and brought it back into the freshly cleaned cabin. He took out the SD card and plugged it into his laptop. The file popped up containing hundreds of photos, each one dated with a timestamp. From the beginning, he began to cycle through the photos. They were all pretty similar, with what looked like the same family of deer grazing once or twice a week. Every now and then he.