”“ALL of them?”“In a manner of speaking. Tell me, is your nephew a virgin?”“Like all adolescents he masturbates, of course. But if you mea... ‘has he experienced intercourse yet?’ then the answer is ‘no’.”She smiled and nodded. “My girls will take care of that. He’ll have a smile on his face like the Cheshire Cat when you see him later! Zo… now you are alone?”“Yes.”“Good. Follow me.” She swivelled round and set off at an alarming speed. As her cloak fluttered over the gravel pathway it was. The sort of place that the likes of me shouldn't even be allowed to dream about, let alone live in for a couple of months.I was lying back on a sun-bed taking in some afternoon rays, sipping rum - that had been poured over crushed ice - from a long glass. Every so often Sam - a big coloured man, dressed in an immaculate white shirt and slacks, and complete with a neck tie (in that heat?) - would come to adjust the large parasol that protected my face from the sun's glare. Sam would also send. ....push it! Push it up into me! Damnit Dan! That’s It...FUCK MY ASS!”. She intensely felt the entire brunt of what she imagined to be his skinned sheath dominating her entire cavity. The warmth. The terseness. Her entire body gave way to his will as soon, she was slamming the full length of the handle into her body, weakening completely to its desire. Leigh fumbled for her clitoris, desperate to find it, and as she did, massaging her button with abandon as her vagina roared its approval as the. "Tonight, Sigvard will fuck you in the ass."Sara nodded obediently, albeit with some hesitation."But before I do that, you should get an assignment," said the farmer."What, sir?"Sigvard smiled at his wife.*It was night. Lisa lay dozing in bed with Sara's warm body close to her side. It had been weeks since she arrived at the farm, and the two girls were still sharing a mattress. Lisa had started to suspect that the delay wasn't accidental. A week had passed since she spied on her master and.