Clad in her robe, she was seated on a padded chair near the fire, intent on the book she cradled on her lap. The orange glow of the firelight played a...ross her profile.Amina had said nobody was to see Sara during her training, so it had been a few days since he’d seen her last, and she’d already been well on her way to becoming as beautiful as Amina in her physical body. Aran could remember when Sara had been a skinny street urchin just trying to survive, but now she was a young woman in her. I ran downstairs to find Nadine making coffee and ran back upstairs to hear Paige cursing, something about ripping her stockings. I cut myself shaving. We gathered our meeting notes, cut the Monday morning meeting short, and left the house with a cup of coffee in our hands and a slice of toast in our mouths. Nadine told us to relax and that she would lock the house. As I backed out of the driveway, I saw Gordon McMahan drive by the house. I couldn’t be certain, but it looked like he had Ms.. The two of them lay across me, instinctively working together. They didn’t try to remove my clothes, but Karla started sniffing back at me.“Ugh!” she said, imitating me. “Bob stink bad! Bob smell like fish!”“My hands might smell like fish,” I corrected, “but you’re not smelling my hands.”“I do wish I could take a shower” said Sam. “It just feels wrong to stay here three days and never bathe.”“So take a whore’s bath,” I said. I regretted my comment immediately.“What?” came twin squeals of. I moved in close pressing my tip down into her. It barely fit and she tried pushing me out....still Sara didn't use the safe word. I squared over her backside and bore down into her ass. Sara began pounding her fist into the carpet, she squealed into my floor, her one foot kicking. I pulled back out. I really wanted to fuck her ass but not at the expense of hurting her. Sara shocked me by begging to be fucked in her ass. I decided to go ahead and would only stop if I heard the word. I leaned.