I personally had no desire to learn what that might be.Miss Loretta told me I could pause or halt anything I felt uncomfortable with, but also urged m... to be adventurous, as often one doesn’t tend to realize just how enjoyable certain activities can actually be until after they’ve experienced them.Although I didn’t get the opportunity to masturbate prior to being with her, as most of the books I’d read suggested I should, Miss Loretta didn’t seem to mind my initial hair trigger, when I. Demmings said.“What’s the problem?”“There’s been some extremely long delays in clearing customs for our products manufactured here in Inra that we’re shipping to Franka. We had a shipment of harvesters sit in customs for almost a month. It’s hurting our delivery dates.”“Call my secretary for an appointment so that we can discuss the matter,” Ambassador Lorenz said still more focused on Lord Flavia.Lord Flavia arrived and greet them, “Good evening, Ambassador Lorenz, Ambassador Julliard, and Mr.. . it’s not what I crave.”That confused her, and she tilted her head to the side as she watched him. “Eh?”He laughed and shrugged. “I’d sound pretty pretentious if I explained. But, uh ... ever seen Frasier?”She laughed, and before he knew it, his laugh grew to match hers. No need to say it, they were both bringing up funny memories from the sitcom. Clara was old enough to have watched the show when it aired, and Jack found modern television mind numbing, stupid, and written specifically with. He had, that night, outdone her wishes by cumming in her ass twice, cleaning himself thoroughly, under her ever watchful eyes, and cumming in her pussy twice, also. She had gone back to the dorm, as he lived in a different dorm than she, and had given herself an enema. All his cum was rinsed out of her ass, and she douched to clean her twat, and gone to bed. It didn't last long, though. She heard a knock on her door, and the guy from next door, a real dream, had asked to come in. She invited.