Jenny put her arms around his neck and sighed into the crevice of his throat, as he continued to kiss her and wrap her tightly in his arms and pull he... against him. Hungrily, she pressed herself against him, opened her mouth for the invasion of his tongue and cried her desire deep in her throat. Eric looked down at the woman in front of him. Her hair, her skin, her eyes all glowed like the sky. She was gold, but gold that was warm and melting under his touch. Without a word he again lifted her. Me: (getting naughty) Whatever I say?She: Yes.Me: You will not back out then.She: No. Say whatever you want.Me: Then you have to obey my orders and will not deny to do it whatever I say.She: OKMe: Sure?She: Sure.Me: Then start to bath me.She: OK.Me: But first remove your sari so that it won’t get wet.She was surprised and made her eyes big. I thought she will deny. But she followed my instructions and started removing her sari in front of me. I was staring at her with a hunger of lust. She. Her granddaughter, Sarah, helped her to move into the cottage the year after Ellen's husband's sad demise and this story takes place in the ensuing years after Ellen's successful transposition.A major feature of Ellen's cottage, was the small, sandy cove at the bottom end of the long back garden. The beach, which wasn't technically part of her property, was enclosed by sheer horseshoe-shaped cliffs, some twenty or thirty feet high, which prevented it being reached by any means other than the. She jumped at the opportunity and hastily closed her lips around his shaft, her tongue already working in circles around the head. “No!” he snapped, and gave her a light slap on the cheek. “I didn’t give you permission to suck my cock yet, did I? “ “No sir…I’m sorry, sir!” she cried. “Even the poorest trained bitch knows not to reach for the treat until given permission” he stated. “You’re going to require even more training that I thought. You’re not a stupid slut, are you? “No sir” “No.