I felt him almost rip my panties down and pull them off over my feet, then he pushed my legs wide apart and I was being tongue fucked like I hadn’t ...een for years and years. His tongue made wet licks at me and then he had me spread apart and the hot wet flesh was driving it seemed so far up inside me that I thought I would die with pleasure. I had my head right down on the wash basin with my rear pushing up against him and I almost thought that I was going to cum, but he must have known what he. Sir Wilbur’s ancestor had started the current building in 1730. He had made a fortune in the slave trade with a fleet of five ships crossing from West Africa, to the Caribbean with slaves and returning with sugar, cotton, molasses and rum to sell on the British market. When his son who took over the business, realised from the rumblings in Parliament that the end of the trade was in sight, he bought a large sugar plantation in Barbados and became part owner of the Rum distillery winning. Nick nodded, thankful the heavy cotton tablecloth was long enough to cover his twitching. He turned his attention to the menu. "What will you order, love?"Sarah pursed her lips, slightly chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "The zucchini blossoms sound delicious to start with...and I think I will have the risotto alla primavera." She looked up from the menu. "And you?" Clams oreganata and the....veal francaise with the polenta gratin and mushroom bolognese," he said definitively as he closed. Although she knew better than to question her new mistress, the girl was unhappy in her new relationship. Where Jessica had been a loving, warm and tender Mistress, more concerned about Sierra's pleasure than her own, Cathy was a demanding and even sadistic dominant. Sierra truly served her, providing for her mother's worldly pleasures when her own were delayed and as often as not, forgotten. In the three months since her mother had become her mistress, Sierra had been given to the horses only.