That brat at school may think he's coming into the Hall when he comes of age. But he won't be coming of age. I'll fix that and then the place is mine ...or keeps!"He looked down at the sunlit lawn and She was there! Where had she sprung from? She once again slipped her white gown and stood naked, smiling up at him and beckoning Alfredo to follow her. He was determined to speak to her and was soon outside. She was walking away from him, her white gown over her shoulder. He followed, going down to. Big dark eyes, looking out at the world from under dark lashes with a touch of fear. She was wearing a sari, rich in reds, blues and golds, and I thought, some races are lucky – they have such simple and wonderful national dress, so practical, and yet so attractive. Her husband was the usual businessman, perhaps ten years older than her, oily in his charm, arrogant and demanding, self-important too, with his portable phone never far from his ear – was I already u*********sly feeling a little. I let out a low groan and started working my way down her torso, leaving a damp trail behind as I kissed and licked past her navel and found the fragrant split between her legs where my finger had already been playing. She let go of my cock and I crawled onto her bed. I slowly spread her legs until her knees were far apart. Morgan's pussy was what I had been craving, her panties were soaked entirely through. She had pulled her panties up during her sleep. I rubbed my face against the wet cloth. I was busy with an errand and was outside and I knew I could not make it to the official treat.I made my way to the office post lunch and found her all alone in the pantry slouched over her mobile phone. I entered the pantry making noises with my feet stomping and she immediately put down the mobile and stood alert. I knew something is amiss. Why is she so conscious about me entering the pantry? I asked her the reason. After much coaxing and cajoling, She replied: “I was looking at some porn.