In any other context it would be considered incidental but I felt compelled to write you directly when the chief inhabitant of the residence we are in...mentioned your name in her defence …”Chapter 2 – White Orchard Plantation, May 11th 1864“You do not have to lock nor guard the door Lieutenant; it is my house and I will say what does and does not happen inside its walls.” Sampson appraised the girl, his gaze moving slowly from her dainty ankle, clad in white silk and exposed just a little above. I love you, Gerald. His arms were around her. He had one hand caressing her back, between her shoulder blades. The other was resting on her butt. She felt his finger move to her slick anus and gently probe. She groaned and pressed down against him. So that was what got miladys motor running, huh? That letter take you back to the good ol days? Your good ol days were better than mind, she said. You were the one who went to high school and college during the sexual revolution. I heard about it, he. It was both frightening and erotic knowing he was so hard for Linda, and that she was nearly naked so close to him, so ready to let him have her. It was then I knew why she had avoided comparing us. At least she had been joking when she assumed I thought of him as having a "massively thick, ten-inch cock". Still, I recognized in an instant how his imposing, heavily veined girth must have fueled her hunger for it."It's fine," I managed to utter. Linda was standing next to him with her pleading. Bailey took me out for dinner. I was flattered by having romantic dinner in nice and prestige restaurant.He was telling me about his life, job and other things and in one moment he said to me “Sandra, I have still to work this week, but after it I am free and on vacation, so we will have more fun. Sorry for this, but I did not expect that you will accept my invitation. Now, as CEO, I need to finish couple of meetings before my vacation starts. Anyway, here are all details about place I am.