..If it wasn't then "Burt" could jolly well put up with it! It was hischoice to make the trade. She hoped he was bloody well enjoying it!4At eleven o'...lock Burt was sent up to the manor house to carry down somemassive flower pots from the front that needed some attention from thegardener.He jumped at the chance to get away from the grind of his other dutiesand hoped to use the opportunity to investigate when her ladyship wouldreturn.So far he'd slaved away all morning, doing exactly as ordered. I have about a hundred fifty Bucks to my name, and a boyfriend in jail.”“You’re not letting me go alone are you?” Misty asked.Nex waived the prize brochure. “Says here, dress formal. I didn’t bring an evening dress, and I just said all my stuff is at the airport.” “You’re about the same height as me, and I brought along two, I wasn’t sure which to wear for this thing, so you can choose.” Misty said walking to the closet, opening it and pulling out two silk gowns, one was red, and the other one. The only time I've had contact of that sort with them is when Holly and I have held what have become impromptu counseling sessions in order to help them deal with the loss of their masters or lovers. For some of them it is quite obvious that their owners had indeed become their family and not just someone to whom they had to give their bodies on demand.It is interesting to observe those who had less friendly (or even slightly adversarial) relations with their owners when they hear the pain and. “ummmm….aaaaaaaaa…….mohiiiiitttt….youuu a…re naughtttty…oooohh”. She grips my hairs tightly. I suck her clit into my mouth and move it in and out…in and out…in and out….squeezing tightly on it each time it passes between my wet lips. Her hips rise up off the floor towards my mouth. She is breathing very hard. “i’m cumming! …………. Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh i’m cumming! ………… I’m cumming ………….suck…………. My puuuuuuuuussyyyyyyyyyyyy!” i grab her by her hip and she presses her clit on my mouth. I could.