He crashed into the door and the lock gave way. He hit the floor rolling as he went and came to a crouched position.There was a scruffy looking fellow...by the window, and he had the maid on the floor. Her dress was torn and her face looked like it had taken some abuse. Waite was angry, very angry. His adrenalin was pumping though his body as he leveled the big Colt and fired. In this firefight there was no time to think, no time to aim. He shot five bullets at the man as he fanned the hammer on. “Because guys don't really talk to me, I don't know I'm not like... I'm not really someone guys like you talk to and, you . . . you are kinda sexy." I say quite quickly, I'm starting to overshare as I'm getting nervous. But a good nervous“I find you to be pretty damn sexy too. Our school is mostly str8 guys & those two bi chicks that have made their rounds through the school. But I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before. I wish i saw you like 3 months ago.”“Why?” The question is out my mouth. Hours passed, and finally morning came. He stirred, yawned, and lifted his body up by the arms, forcing his cock deep into her mouth yet again. He peed down her throat and then pumped her throat full of cum.He pulled the blankets off them, and dragged her out of bed by his hips. No longer able to hold her pee in, she pissed into her diaper as she crawled along in front of him.He walked slowly into the bathroom, pushing her along with him as she crawled backwards on her knees and ankles. He. More often than not, he was 'entertaining' one of the household servants. Baltus, it seemed, was a randy old goat with an eye for the younger servant girls."Mr. Crane, follow me, please." Call me Ichabod, ma'am." Certainly, Ichabod, and you may call me Katrina. Tell me about yourself Mr. er..., Ichabod" Born in the Connecticut colony. Educated at the Yale College. I wander about, honing my skills as a teacher. And you, Katrina?" His gaze darted from her ample bosom to her face.She felt it,.