Back in our sitting room after lunch, we clung to each other, kissing like it was going out of fashion and let him cry in my arms, the first tears he ...ad shed he told me afterwards for he knew that I would be the only one to give him the comfort he needed. We couldn’t stay and make love for we still both had classes to attend but promised that we would make up for lost time that night. So with a few more kisses, we broke apart and, after him wiping his face, we went off to our duties. We were. Waiting on you next move, begging to be touched. You continue your soft and sweet kissing, while slowly putting a finger into my dripping wet pussy, you tongue comes out and soon you sweet and soft kisses turn rough and full of passion, and your finger fucking me. My body starts to shake, you keep this pace but slip another finger in, and I am just about to cum and stop, saying not yet. You flip me over so I am on my knees still tied up and I still can’t see, you then get on your knees and ram. I was driving to the other side of town so it would take me about 30 minutes to get there. When I finally meet up with my friend the night was cut short because he had to rush home for an emergency. So I had a drink and headed back home, I thought about calling but decided since I was only gone for about an hour there was no point. I got back home about 8 PM, I got myself some water and headed out to the pool to tell Laura I was here. And boy was I in shock when I walked out.. Laura was getting. “Hello?” I said. My voice was timid.“Welcome to the vault, Lord Rosenbaum,” the disembodied voice said. “How may I be of service?”There was a slight accent to the voice. It made me think ‘British, upper crust.’ I looked up and down the hallway again. “Who are you?”“You may call me Sebastian. I am the caretaker of the vault.”“Caretaker? Are you a Magical Construct too?”“Good Heavens, no,” said the voice from behind me rather than sounding like it was coming from everywhere. The tone also.