He tried hard; maybe half of the boxactually got into the salted pot. Clean up could be part of our activityafter dinner."Now we set the timer. Do you...know the number ten?"I was taking a chance here, I did not want to show him up. He shook hishead sadly. "A one beside an"Oh", that is a ten," I explained, and pointedto the timer on the microwave (there was one on the stove but that areawas too steamy now and I wanted him to be the one to set the time). So Ipushed "minute timer" and lifted him up. She did this instantly and herpussy was exposed for him. She felt the tip of his beautiful cock beginto probe her. Then he slowly pushed inside her. A little at first. Shewas so ready and so incredibly wet, she thought she'd cum the minute he wasin her. As he began to bury himself deeper inside her, she let out alittle cry and immediately began to ask to cum. "Please, Master,please may I cum." "Cum for me slave." She gushedand bucked wildly against him, wanting him deeper inside her. . "Who is it?" Anne asked, going back in her room to find her shoes."A man, a man that's a calling on you. That's who it is. A pretty man. Yes'm." Tell him I said that I am not in, that I am not receiving. Ask him to leave his name." Oh no," cried Phillipa. "Uh uh. Not me, not me." And she fled down the carpeted stairway, hands fluttering.Anne pulled on her slippers, pushed at the huge mass of auburn curls that threatened to inundate her shoulders since they were temporarily free of her heavy. Kal was transfixed as he watched her stretch, her lean cordlike muscles flexing under her bronzed skin. His supervision allowed him to watch each minute water droplet as it slid down her body, running down ever curve and swell and line before falling to the warm marble on the ground. It took all of Kal’s will not to super speed down there and use his tongue to chase each errant water droplet down her toned bronzed back and tight ass. Instead Kal allowed himself to watch her for a minute longer.