Again he stops me, tells me to take the bottle of wine and insert the neck of the bottle into my pussy. This startled me slightly and I found myself l...oking at his face, his expression. It did not alter so I knew he meant it, I also knew that my pause in doing it was testing his patience so I took the bottle placed it carefully (as it was till almost full) between my legs and let it slide with my own juices into my pussy. I had to wriggle a bit to get it comfortable but once I did I lived up to. Which I had gotten done very early in the morning and finally had the house cleaned.I decided i’d go and skinny dip in the water trough that was fed by our windmill and underground water supply. I threw my pants and tshirt over one of the windmill pipes and got in and splashed around and enjoyed the somewhat cool water on that really hot summer day.After a bit of that I got out stark naked of course and grabbed my jeans and tshirt and headed to the house to get a towel I had forgotten to. .. keeping the memory of just why, keenly fresh, while being broken to the true order of feminine rule.” She gently eased his head to a lower angle, and pointed an elegant finger to the small brown ceramic bowls which sat upon the floor beneath their tortured genitalia; the colour obviously chosen so as to make what was given up to be contained by it, all the more evident. Woodge’s erection pulsed at noting the plentiful evidence of drying creamy blobs and flaky white patches adorning each well. I thought wrong it seems.Me: Yes, it seems that way.Teacher: I’m sorry! I didn’t think this through and pointed the finger at you. I feel ashamed. I’ll make it up to you somehow. I’ll give you a free the next time you’re late.Suddenly she let go of her hand and moved her leg a bit wide. Wow! This is unbelievable! I could see her pussy! She’s not wearing anything under that tiny skirt. She was putting her right leg above the left one.Teacher: I’m only trying to look out for Rose. She’s my best.