There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you o...n it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million each - and she got whatever was left - unless she agreed to keep them on staff.When she'd seen the terms of the trust, she'd checked his -. The king was desperate for another blissful explosion inside her vortex of responsive carnality. Eloise was his whore. He owned her as surely as he owned his horse or his palace or his crown. However, pretty, young Eloise was so much more exciting and pleasurable to be with than his other possessions. Of course, Eloise knew why he was fucking her love hole with so much ferocity. It was because of the special treat she’d supplied him the night before. Eloise knew that her lusty lord needed. Her pussy was so wet. I stroked her for a while but I knew I was gonna cum soon and all the fun would be over. Allie leaned over and kissed me and at that moment I shot the fattest wad down Sara's throat. Sara never found out about what had happened above the blanket that night. Sara left that weekend on a work trip and me and Allie fucked again. We fucked all weekend actually and she was just as horny and freaky as sara. I was living the life fucking two hot girls that seemed to be competeing. Jane came around her desk and leaned against it, her arms back with her hands pressed flat on the top."So, you liked the show?" she asked."Sure did, but what do you know about sex education when you teach history?"Jane was wearing an almost identical outfit as she did on the stage. The only difference was instead of a black jacket she wore a pure white blouse with a bra underneath. She drew in a deep breath, pushing her breasts out and hard against her blouse to the point of almost popping the.