She was intelligent and witty. She had style and grace. She was submissive without reserve. She could meet his every need, and he was finding more and...more that he desired no other. He concluded that while Bridget was his slave, she was every bit his intellectual equal. How could he want anything more? While Adam had been away from the estate, Bridget had enrolled in an accelerated class to learn massage therapy techniques. As Adam removed his clothes and stretched out on the bed, Bridget moved. From where I was setting I could see more than half of her ass cheeks while she was working on this thick cock.She stopped sucking and stood up straight still facing Jerome.She unzipped her short and wiggled her hips as she pulled it down. Once the tiny piece of jean touched the floor, she giggled and kicked it towards me. I picked it up and sniffed the crotch, finding it was already moist…She turned her back to Jerome and faced at me.As she looked me into my eyes, she bent over and straddled. Elena nodded briefly, barely looking up from her phone. She waited until Jake had left before smiling from behind a wall of blonde hair, pleased that she was already dressed provocatively in her hip hugging pencil skirt. She touched the soft grey pattern material that enclosed her fit body and pictured how she might find her brother.Elena spent the next ten minutes brushing her long blonde hair, applying discrete make up and slipping on black heels to further extenuate her height. She was now. Cum was dripping down my leg, I was shaking bad, and I felt like the biggest whore, but I fucking liked it better than anything in the world."Holy fuck. You're just about the hottest girl I've ever seen. I'm a lucky son-of-a-bitch." Adam said quietly as he ran his hands up and down my body.His fingers traced down my stomach, to my cum filled pussy and for the first time ever, I felt a guy stick his fingers in me. He stuck two in first, and I moaned and pressed his hand up harder."Mmmm god.