"Um, yeah." Well one of the first things you need to know is that boys can't take being teased," I said. "They want to get into your pretty little pan...s, and don't want to wait. So if you don't want to let them, its not a good idea to invite them back to your house!"Leanne was blushing furiously. "I know, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was silly. Thank you for coming to my rescue yesterday!"She finally looked up at my face, and I could see her eyes shining with tears. But there was something. I followed her into her kitchen. That was a great view. Her shorts were tighter than her running shorts. She had a great bottom for a woman of any age. The thought crossed my mind that her husband had been an idiot.We had breakfast, another great meal, and were enjoying some coffee. Sandy said, “Jack, you are wonderful. You calmed that young woman down easily. If I hadn’t been there, it wouldn’t have mattered. You had the situation under control. She trusted you completely.”“Thanks. I was just. "Now," Mistress reiterated, "what does the smell of her cunt, make you want to do?" I tried to organize the thoughts in my head. Miss Vee could tell I was trying to concentrate and toed my dripping slit relentlessly. "I, umm," I fumbled. "It makes me want to serve you, Miss Vee. It makes me want to show you how desperate I am to please you and to make you want for nothing. It makes me want to impress you." "I see," Miss Vee grinned. She removed her slick foot from my crotch and presented it to. It‘s nothing, I said and went back out there on the sand. Akin was training, too. He saw the pain when I tried to lift my arm. He asked me if I was hurt and told me that I should focus on healing rather than fighting. Of course, he was right but I was too proud and had too much fear to admit it. If I can't fight, I'd be of no use and they'd probably sell me again. Akin pulled me away, sat me down at a wall, and tried to lift my shirt. I didn't want him to, since he'd notice the fabric around my.