My fingers were working on her clitoris too. "That is starting to make me feel really sexy." She reported, wiggling her butt back and forth for a mome...t. As a reward, I gave her my tongue the same way again, this time pushing it in and out as far as I could each time in about the same rythmn a penis would have taken if one were penetrating her."Yes, that's good, keep going." She approved. All of a sudden my busy fingers were making her wriggle passionately, nearing the edge, then urging her. S.I.C. girls do it all the time with their kilts.They have blood, piss, or plaid boxers to buy in their uniform store."(That's the school I told you about and their colors are maroon and gold,and they wear red with yellow plaid pleated skirts, not kilts, but somepeople tease about it.) So I guess it was kinda OK to have them show abit, and I rolled them into like cuffs, and they didn't show when Iwalked or stood, only sitting, and the skirt is short enough that it'shard to sit on it when. I was exhausted from cumming. I wanted her to stop but no words would come out of my mouth. My mouth was dry and I was gasping for breath but Mary kept on and on. At last I caught her by her hair and pulled her off.'No more Mary no more' I managed to gasp, ' I am exhausted. I can't take it any more'. Mary smiled and covering me with a sheet left saying, 'Good night madam sleep well'. The minute I closed my eyes I fell asleep.The next morning when I got up it was already past ten. Mary brought. Hundreds if not thousands. I laid against my horse and slept. When I woke up I was in sophias arms. And it was dusk. "Sleep well?" "Surprisingly. What did you accomplish today?" "Well I got you a cloak, pants, shirts, and a few other things. But you need to find a teacher. You could be a great warrior. We will go into the city tomorrow. But I have us a room here on the out skirts. Come now." I got up and put my cloak on and followed her. When we got to our room I flopped down on the huge chair..