My both boobs were on his lips. I came down to his lips and sucked on his lips to wake him up.I had to fuck him. I wanted him to enjoy my body, so he ...ould satisfy me for another two to four days. We had to reach a state of deep orgasm. His sperm was my target. I would be mother of his child. My lust was total. I wanted his cock to rise and come into action.As I sucked his lips, he woke up. In his drunken stupor, he hugged me from my waist. He started kissing me on my neck, my face. He thought. ” She paused trying to find the correct terminology to show her disgust, and not having the appropriate English word, relapsed into German “ ... untermenschen.”I bit my tongue as an angry reply bubbled to the surface, and spoke in as conciliatory a tone as I could muster, considering I was fuming inside.“Those untermenschen you speak of were loyal, honest, hardworking, Englishmen. It is their labour, in foundries, coalmines, potteries, and textile factories that provides the wealth that allows. My parents gave me gentle affection and respect; feeding my body in the dining room, my heart in the music room, my mind in the library.Time flew by; I read books from higher shelves. I played more complex music, mastering a multiple tempo piece, four four by my left hand, three four by my right. I was pleased with my life, and happy in it.Then, at age twelve, almost thirteen, my perfect world changed forever. Mother hired a maid; a sixteen year old, fair haired beauty, her skin so pale, her. He looked down and noticed she was still playing with her clit; she was obviously still horny.“Come here.” He commanded.She did what she was told.“Now sit.” He patted the spot next to him.As she sat on the edge of the couch, he got up and knelt before her legs, pushing them apart. She didn’t protest and leaned back.Leaning forward, he slid a finger into her. She was incredibly wet.She squirmed and tried to move away, but he held her down with one hand on her stomach.“You’re always wet for me,.