“Fetch Jarl” he called out to Alexandra before pressing his lips briefly to Elena’s sweating forehead. “I demand abject servitude and total ab...sement.” he told her “You must give yourself as completely to Jarl as to me, or to anyone or anything I choose to set upon you“.“Jarl?” she ventured.“Jarl is my pure-breed Molossian - the local wolfhounds proved impossible to train. He will fuck you harder than any man or woman has ever fucked you before. Or you may refuse and leave me now, never to. JEFF! Wha... What are you... "He pumped his finger in and out of her pussy as his tongue rasped against her clitty."S... Stop! Stooooop," she moaned. His tongue thrashed back and forth and her ass humped up instinctively."Jeffffff... S... stop... No!... Nooooo." she whimpered.She tried to pull away, to roll over, but his hands held her firmly. She pushed feebly at his head, and he suddenly jumped back, then dove into the bed. He was on her, his groin between her spread legs. His bulging pecker. I pressed it agaisnt her.i met her husband nice dude, we talked drank and all, me and my cousin were talking bout the old days her husband was off playing horseshoes, she got up and went in the house and into the basement, i got up 5 mins later and followed her. she was there, i knew you would come here tommy its been long, i kissed her hard and long. our tounges rolling around in each others mouths.my cock was jumping to get out, she opend her shirt and pushed back her bra and those big fuckin. “Put it in an inside pocket,” she said.” I have it wrapped in oiled cloth, but that won’t be much protection.”“Teacher, I read the book.”“Do you have it with you?”“It is in Martha’s saddle bags,” he said.“I’ll come with you.” He was going to ride home through the rain, and she would be able to change her clothes before dinner. They started walking towards the hitching rail. “Can you come to see me next Saturday after supper, say eight o’clock.?” she asked.“Yes, Teacher.”“Did you read the whole.