Bodily he lifts her butt skyward, angling deeper into her pussy, seeking that moment of release to which he longs...“Almost there, almost there, jus... a little bit more now.”“Stop this, please stop this,” she screamed, pieces of wood digging into her neck and lower back. Hands locked into a death grip upon the sides of the crate. Tears flow down the sides of her cheeks, and mix with the sheer pleasure upon her face…cheeks flushed deepest of reds and pinks, breathe going in and out in shallow,. In her right arm she held the half nude child who turned its head to gaze at the viewer with a frown of divine approbation that seemed blatantly inappropriate on the infant's face. Always my eyes fixed themselves on Mary's girl like, oval face. The sculptor had fashioned for her a pair of enchantingly dark, gentle eyes. Her expression was tender, knowing, forgiving. I could not match my mother's face with hers, nor my great-aunt nor my grandmother nor anyone else. I wondered what it might be. I could scarcely resist her as her hand freed my erection to stand proud against the sole and heel of her shoe. A slight motion of her foot pulled my prick to attention and pressed it against the metal tip of the stiletto. Both her hand were again in sight but a slow rhythm had started and already I could feel myself moving towards orgasm.“So what is it to be my little private dick ?” she said with a grin. “Sex or honour? Because both are not available, just a choice of one.”Her metal heel dug. 'I like my nipples sucked too!' She complied expertly, licking, flicking, sucking. She saw the small towel getting raised up and said 'you really like that too!' 'Yes I love that. My high school sweetheart back home discovered how sensitive I am!' I reached between her thighs and found a wet patch! I slipped inside her bikini and found her soaking wet pussy lips and slowly inserted a finger, then two as she moaned. 'Please switch to my other breast, I am getting sore!' 'Oh sorry, please give.