I know how desperate you are to cum. Maybe I should make you wait until I finish my snack.”This isn’t how I expected this to go. You’re cruel in...the worst way. Frustration balls up in my stomach, but all I can do is beg for release. By this point, I'm whimpering.“No, please. I did everything. I need to cum.”“Didn’t I already tell you? Nasty little cum sluts don’t get to choose where or how they cum. I do.”Fuck. I’m completely at your mercy.The unfinished chocolate bar dangles from your mouth. As the estate was worth many thousands of pounds annually, I was immediately of the higher gentry myself. The estate was titled, and I wondered how could I explain the previous master had been born hundreds of years before in claiming such a title. But the title passed by acclamation and no one seemed to worry that the last title was held for so long a period, if anyone was even aware.I learned that the people of the county knew almost nothing of the prior master. He had always been old and had. . well... we had... we had a fight," she said. When Owen had walked out on her like he had, she didn't know what to do. She had looked around the house, as though she could find something that would take her mind off what had happened, but that had been useless. She tried to eat, but found that she had lost her appetite. While thumbing through a magazine, she found that she was totally lonely. This was not the same thing as when Owen went to work. Then, at least, she knew he would be coming. ”She turned back to him, “Leon, finger me harder.” He did as she asked, his hand was now moving faster inside her thong her ass pushing back against him, “Oh fuck yessss, I’m cumming, don’t stop, nearly there,”, she cried out.Sally was now shaking hard, “Oh god yes, I’ve cum,” she told him (us?) and then straightaway she turned and dropped to her knees pulling his shorts down hard, ‘”Get that black cock out.”He didn’t need to do anything for as his shorts were yanked down his big black.