He started to fuck me slowly, my half moan-half scream filling his mouth, until I only felt the pleasure of him sliding in and out. He reached down an... rubbed my nipples again, tweaking, his mouth sucking my tender neck...and I started to tense up. "Ell?" "Yeah?" "Ell? I..." "Tell me you're my slut, tell me." he'd stopped moving, throbbing inside me. "I'M YOUR SLUT!" I moaned as I started to cum, his cock moving hard and fast again. I squeezed his cock hard as I came all over him, my juices. Our family was dining with the Holisters that evening. I guess it was by way of apology. My Dad said it was to show everyone that Mr H supported me and Jake, as well as the Dean. I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror as though I were a stranger to myself. My mind far from my task. In a few short years I had put my step father in prison for raping me and taking my virginity, I had had Billy Dunnham and Curtis Flemming expelled from Harvard for attacking and raping me. The jury was still. I reminded her of the pic which I sent her “you remember the basic boudoir pic. A top down shot while you lie down. Pose the same way”She arched her back well to give the pose and I could see a good portion of boobs popping out of her blouse. I just felt, may be it shouldn’t jump too soon. I immediately kept the camera aside and went to the bed, took her pallu which is lying aside and placed on the boobs and the shoulder just like a saree is worn. However, I did the pallu thinner showing her. He still marveled at how small she was. Even now, he still didn’t know her hair color as it was now concealed in a veil and head dress. Her little shape was covered in a rose, pink damask and silk gown that any lady of quality would have envied. These Norman nobles preferred Gaudy colors instead of the austerity of white. It was their way of proclaiming their wealth and influence and it seemed they never missed an opportunity to advertise their cultural dominance, especially to each other. .