Then one morning the inevitable happened: he finished his book. I was upstairs in the bathroom doing the laundry when he hollered my name. First thoug...t that came to my head was that he’d injured himself, so I dropped the soap and scuttled out of the bathroom and rushed downstairs. He was waiting for me in his library, like I expected he would be anywhere else, with a look of happiness on his face. ‘I’ve finished the book!’ he cried out at the same time waved his fists in the air with his. My first impression of her was that shehid from others, keeping walls up to protect herself, a sure sign ofsevere rejection indicating abuse. As I reached to welcome her, withhand extended...she forced herself to look up at me, onlybriefly...and gave me the awareness even further when she timidlyheld a cold, soft hand toward me to kiss...as is my customarygreeting for new novitiates. What she didn't realize, that once shemade eye contact with me...she was mine, to be as I chose...and herdark. Her knees buckled as she collapsed down through the open skylight and onto the bed, her legs open as the old Indian man climbed between them and pushed hard into her gaping wet and swollen pussy. Mother thought he would never stop until he came out of her mouth, he cupped her tight little bum in his hands and fucked her as she just clung on and begged for more, until she had that final release, that wonderful feeling that begins in your toes and courses through your body in spasmodic waves of. Rayleena was out of her clothes first, and she sat on the edge of Tiffany's bed. Tiffany and Clyda watched her cock suddenly appear between her legs, and then grow to its full three-foot length, and become rock-hard in a matter of moments. Tiffany was almost mesmerized. "Rayleena's got a hard-on," Tiffany murmured, as she looked across at Rayleena stroking herself. "Figured that out all by yourself, did you love?" asked Clyda sarcastically. She looked at Rayleena and grinned. "That's why.