I know you will take care of her very tenderly, and she will do anything in the world for you.You may speak to her about life in British school; she l...ves to talk about it. I want her to be happy, and I think you can help. Remember she has turned eighteen in the last week.Yours sincerely,Ms. Jane John"Are you OK?" asked Ms. Jane.I just cannot describe my feelings about receiving this remarkable communication. Of course, after reading the message I was relieved. I said thanks to her, kissed her. Christine Jones was the name of the blondebefore she was captured by this band of nomads in the year 1876. Now she wasthe property of Shiek Omar who she had insulted by slapping his face as heapproached her in her tent with the intent to sexually assault her. She wouldpay dearly for this mistake. Shiek Omar ordered her to be publicly whipped withthe camel whip. He ordered 50 lashes to be laid on after which she would beused as an animal to turn the waterwheel ?which provided water for his. I could smell the lust emanating from her bulging pussy. I slammed my mouth into juicy pussy. I started eating her out holding nothing back.I sucked her lips, licked her clit and nibbled at her folds like a madman.“OH MY GOD,” she criedI suddenly stopped worried. “Is it alright?” I asked. She shouted at me saying, “Don’t you dare stop you fuck, eat your sister’s cunt!”And I went at it again and this time I pushed my hands on her tits. I started squeezing them and pinching her nipples while. As I went through the living room to get another load Nicole looked up,she had been reading a novel by the fire. "Did you find firewood?" I did, quite a bit, we will still have to get more inside soon though soit can melt off. Maybe tomorrow or later this afternoon we could checkoutside."She nodded and then grinned."Oh oh, why are you smiling, I know that grin." I was just picturing you shoveling snow and gathering firewood outsidedressed all pretty like that," she said, still grinning.I had.