I tell you, "don't worry, I'm not finished yet." Our lunch of tea, cakes, sandwiches and scones is exceptionally English, but each mouthful was not. W...atever either of us chose to eat, we found a way of making it erotic. Each time we took a sip of tea, we looked at one another and lapped it up a little, as if it were my tongue on your pussy, or your tongue on the end of my cock. We both managed to lick the cream out of the pastries in the same way. What was amazing was how we didn't end up. The musky scent of her womanhood was strong. She was ready... I was ready. I touched her labia with the tip of my penis. She moaned gently. She was so wet...and hot. I entered her without much effort. She pulled me closer... closer and I sank slowly into her. I could feel every fleshy ripple of her vaginal walls as she pulled me in deeper... deeper. Soon I was all the way inside her. She lay still beneath me, then she began gasping. I began a slow and deliberate thrusting.On each thrust she. ' Anthony thought. Anthony could only feel frustration and disappoint at himself as a result. It had happened because he lost control and he was angry at the beast for taking advantage of him while he was distracted. Cowed by its master's rage it made no further attempts to test its bonds choosing instead to keep silent in its own little corner of his mind. When his anger had worn itself out shame and disgust replaced it. Until this moment part of Anthony had taken comfort in the fact in there. Wolcott".I was settled in now, and comfortable, if not happy. I had made friends, I even went on a couple of dates. Of course my increasingly prominent belly didn't make for great slow dancing, much less any sexual offers. So I continued to sleep alone and rock my own boat. As good as I was getting with my fingers though, I missed having someone else rock me.Then one morning I was adding up sales figures and searching for an invoice I could not find, my feet were suddenly wet. My water had.