We shall do forty... in sets of ten. Is that proper?” Cheryl hung her head low and said, “Yes, Mistress Samantha. ... But please give me permissio... to wail and cry.” “Puddy tat,” Sam called out. “You heard your sister slave. She wants to be able to wail and cry. ... Which means someone else has to keep the count.” Puddy tat hurried over and stood alongside Sam. “I will keep count for my sister slave, Mistress Samantha,” she said. “Do you wish me to speak her thanks for her?” “No, puddy,” Sam. I’m more than happy for you to help me look after this fabulous gift. Thank you. One question: what happens to the £400,000 when I die?”“Well, first remember that it won’t necessarily be the same sum. It might be less, or it might be more. You may want to go into a private nursing home, or be looked after at home: then we would need some of that money to help the finance. £12,000 a year would not be nearly enough. Whatever is left when you die is yours to leave to whom or what you want. Colin. We’ll take it slow.’ Her eyes were fixed to mine. It was like I was the grown up, and she was a child, questioning. ‘How slow?’ she asked. ‘It’s up to you. You set the pace.’ ‘You’re too good to be true. You make me feel…young, carefree, and happy, all at once. Would you like to set a date?’ I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. Did she mean what I thought? ‘As I said, it’s up to you.’ ‘How about the night we celebrate my twenty-fourth birthday, and you’ll still be the tender age of nineteen?’. I’m tall, remember. Umm, cocks on both sides and it felt so good. Allen reached down and put his hand between my legs, pushing into my pussy through the thin material of the dress and stroked me. Then, while he was humping my ass, Bill reached around, slipped his hands inside the top of my dress and cupped both my breasts, fondling my nipples, which were hard. I reached down and fondled Allen’s cock through his shorts and then I reached behind and fondled Bill, as best I could. Then I turned.