"She interrupted him, "Now don't be embarrassed. I have teased you enough. I assume you picked me because I was English. Tell me what you want to know...about the harem and your family and I will do my best to answer you but, in return, you must let me relax you. I haven't had a man for ages and we women also have our needs you know."As he allowed her to unzip him she looked up at him and offered, "You can whip me if I don't please you to perfection, you know." Perfection is difficult to. Please Master; fuck my ass, my mouth,my cunt, anything Master, all my wholes are yours…" "Shut up bitch," you snap cruelly, but I hear the desirein your voice, and it makes my knees go weak. You spin me around, shoving me against the tree, pressingagainst me so hard I feel the bark scratch at my unprotected breasts. I hearyou undo your pants. My cunt floods, and my breathing becomes harder and faster.My clit aches to be touched. Pleading before you has turned me on beyond measure,and now you. No matter where she was, she turned men’s heads. I really don’t remember how it happened that I first held her in my arms. It somehow happened very gradually ... we met at a party, realised we lived close-by, and during the following weeks and months got closer and closer ... and one day we kissed .... The time after that, I softly stroked her breasts ... and although Bernadette resisted with words, her eyes as well as her body spoke a different language ....After having known each other for. The kids wanted to know if I was a 'war hero.' The staff (depending on their politics) thought I was a 'traitor' or a 'victim of state oppression.' I think those were the extremes.When I got home, Patrick was sitting on the grass, digging with a soup spoon. "Urms," he said."Right, worms," I responded to my budding invertebrate zoologist."Go fish with gra'pa?" Not today." Ah, a sportsman! "Want to come in and clean up?" Sure." He got up and toddled/lurched into the house. I picked up the spoon.