"Heather's throat went dry. She licked her lips."Your mother, the Duchess, she hired me..." I don't NEED anyone! Go away!"Her mind raced. She had to d... something, fast. There were other girls who could be brought here, others to take her place at a moment's notice. She was nothing special. Heather's eyes darted around the room, looking for something she could use. She noticed the books. Many books. The girl, for all she was only six, seemed to love to read. Not children's books, either. The one. He could take her to another time and place, but didn't wish to push her away further by revealing the mechanics of his discovery. His gift. He breathed out heavily. "I could protect you." She could see he was crestfallen. "Part of me wants to flee, but this is my home. I hope you will still visit. I enjoy our," she paused, "cryptic chats." Luke grimaced, but nodded, "I will." His voice sounded sickeningly hollow. So that's what I am. A cryptic conversationalist. Gemma had said as much, too. . ” was all I was able to manage.She moved with expert precision, to kiss her way up each thigh, looking up at me, a smoldering intensity in her beautiful eyes, suddenly her tongue was inside my pussy wiggling and poking deeper, lapping and sucking up the juices pooled there. I closed my eyes and my whole body shuddered with pleasure, this has to be a dream I thought, for this is my dream girl. Sporadically her head dropping lower to lick and circle my puckered ass hole, which sent me into. I was well in to my stroke now, not even looking at her onehand still claping her hair the other propping my againstthe wall. Then from outside the toilet I heard James call for assistance.I froze stock still with just the tip of my cock in Vicki'smouth and then the moment I knew my cock slut was back, shereached up and with both hands on my ass she pulled me backin to her throat. I looked down and saw her staring up at mewith that same a****l lust in her eyes that had been therelast week when.