Slowly he inched them inside me. One finger had felt OK. Two fingers stretched me to the point of hurting, but the sensation of fullness was unexpecte...ly welcome. He used more spit as he inched deeper, until both index and middle finger penetrated me fully. He curled his fingers toward himself, this time dragging them across my prostate. I moaned involuntarily. That felt great. Despite my immense discomfort at the situation, I couldn't ignore my biological needs. He gradually increased his. A small gasp escaped her lips as I entered. She felt warm and wet; the way an excited woman should feel. She lowered herself until her entire body weight was on me and I had fully penetrated her pussy with my cock. We bent over so that we were face-to-face while she was getting comfortable with my cock buried in her pussy."God this feels amazing," she said. "I've fantasized about doing this with you for so long. It's scary, but I'm glad it's happening."She clenched her vaginal muscles, making. .. how?" Obviously she thought he was much too old to be able to do what she had just done."I imagine I did just like you did," he smiled. "I put one foot in front of the other and was glad as hell when we got back." Oh," she said, amazed."Course I didn't sleep with the boy," he said calmly.She stiffened. "What makes you think I slept with him?" You leave your tent and sleeping bag outside?" he asked. "Cause mine are still in the garage where I left them."She slumped. "Shit," she said. "Yes, Master," she replied automatically."Well tonight I want to be different. We are in England tonight. You have come to my bedroom to be with me, and I want us to behave as we would at home, not as we do in the Golden Palace."~As the Master pleases, she replied with a smile."No. I'm serious," he said, "I'm half way to falling in love with you, and I would like to take home a memory of you as an English lady, not just as a concubine I could use in any way I wished. If that means you want to.