She was moaning. I am not exactly sure when it happened, but she came on my fingers and tongue. And that wasn’t all. She was willing to trade – I ...ook my fingers away (saving them for something else) and substituted my cock. We settled into a rhythm, with her asking for faster, faster until we got it right. She asked that I use my pussy-soaked fingers to penetrate her anus as well. You don’t say no to a lady like that. Finally, I told her that I was shooting my cum inside her pussy, gasping it. " Tom jerked the knife hard and it slipped from the wood table and back through Mr. Storey's hand. Tom casually wiped the blade before he slipped it back under his coat. Mr. Storey looked at him with more respect, as he moved to pack what few possessions that he owned.Tom turned to leave and softly said, "Make sure that Mr. Storey is off the plantation by noon, but you can take your time making sure that he leaves." John nodded his head and followed after Mr. Storey. Tom noticed that all of the. "No, Mark and I have much to discuss and we will dine alone. Thank you for the offer," Brian told us, and he and Dad left."Well, let's go back to the cottage. I'm hungry," Sean told us."Does this mean that we can stop studying?" Sara asked as the sisters prepared the food that they had gotten earlier."Do you think that you know everything that a Senior Master should?" I asked."Ah ... well ... no!!" Sara answered after some thought."It just means that we don't need to study quite so hard. We can. Somehow, none of them seemed quite right. This was embarrassing. He couldn't think of a friggin' thing to say.She looked up at him. "Hello would be a good beginning," she said."Hello, baby." Hello, Mr. Special."Mr. Special Chump. What a bozo."I'm a fool. Sure. A special fool. How wonderful that you recognized that. Now, look at me, look closely and see yourself mirrored in my eyes. In me, in my heart, in my soul, your image blazes. I *know* who you are, and I see what you could be. I gaze upon.