"There's shower gel, oils and lotion so please help yourself. I'll get you a hair-dryer, I am sure you will want to wash your hair as well." Thank you...Mrs. Warren." It's no trouble Madam. If you let me have your bikini, I will put it through a quick wash. It will be dry in about an hour." Please don't go to any trouble. I have a dress in my bag to put over it. Oh! I am Andrea Seddon; you don't need to call me Madam."Mrs. Warren homed in on my bag and pulled out the sundress. "Hmm. I'll run an. Yet, I could not help but stare across the sun-filled grassy field at the tiny naked teenager that would soon be my wife. Her father stood next to her - awaiting the command of the priest to step forwards.She was beautiful and still youthful. Mr. Duncan had arranged this marriage for me - his patronage having advanced me both in my personal and professional life these last couple of years. Anne's family was also senior in the Clan, her father an elder in his own right. The price for her. "Maybe a quick nap." She took her jacket from the other chair and wrapped it around herself; not that the library was cold by any means--the school kept it at a comfortable 72 Fahrenheit all year 'round--but for the psychological comfort of being covered by a layer. Draping it over her shoulders, with her arms inside, she pulled it tight around herself and leaned back. She closed her eyes and found herself in an odd combination of "hyper-aware" and "exhausted," brought about by too much. There was no way this was going to work. I thought of her daughter, my ex, porn stars, hookers Ive fucked and my own daughter. I closed my eyes so I wouldnt have to look at her and I imagined I was in my family room banging Brittany. I started thrusting faster and faster as I pictured my daughter taking my 7-inch monster in tight twat. The thoughts in my head excited me more than the actions I was committing. Within minutes I knew I was about blow my load. Im about to cum, I said. Fill me up,.