A good student. So let me just be honest with you. I won't be around after this semester. I'll be leaving. It doesn't concern you. It's personal. I me...n, my husband and I are having problems. Not your concern. Good luck to you."It just rose up in me. The urge, the need, the feeling that I couldn't let it pass me by. The chance. I dropped my bag on the floor, grabbed her arms with my hands, and drew her to me. She didn't struggle at all. Our lips met and merged and we were together. My arm held. ‘Young Master, I’ve had Marie prepare your lunch for you.’ She said, ‘I would greatly appreciate it if you could keep an eye on her while I attend to the lawn as well.’ ‘Uh, yeah, sure,’ came the response from the other side of the door, followed shortly by the sounds of the heavy door unlocking, and opening. Master stuck his head out of his room, and immediately noticed the basket. ‘Oh, good, I won’t have to miss the final match.’ He said, before motioning for me to enter. I noticed the room. The hand on my pussy backed off. Then I felt the little rings in my pussy lips being pulled around. Then my clit was grabbed and pulled. It was pulled so hard that I screamed. Both hands went away and I felt the whole scaffolding frame move. “What bastard put that fucking pole between your legs?” he asked. I didn’t answer him. After the whole frame moved another couple of times everything went quiet before I heard a zip unfasten. Then I heard what must have been the man climbing into the frame. “Don’t worry little one, slowly but surely, he’s getting there!” Sidney grinned to himself; knowing it was more than she dare do than to speak. Each time he withdrew he’d lean just that bit heavier on it the next time in. Charlotte was squirming beneath him, more from the pleasure than the pain; she felt good, in the end she knew she would be able to take it. Then suddenly his cock slipped straight in, Sidney eased back just before he hit bottom, then started to fuck her in earnest, in long.