Standing back up you are suprised by kisses going down your neck. Once inside we begin tearing our clothes off. you lose your shirt and trousers befor... you reach the top of the stairs, i follow staring intently, my cock now fully solid. walking into your room i am greeted by you, your body almost makes me cum. Standing with your back to me you remove your knickers and turn, the beautiful 36 d tits with hard pink nipples meet my gaze. Looking down your curvy 16 body i see your little hairy. ”“Not under those circumstances,” Charles told her. He then assured her that he had a plan to protect her future, and if that failed, she could escape and join his family for protection – as a family member or as family friend. He told her that they were currently on the correct road and described the town and the inn near his farm. “My parents recently joined in partnership to run that inn. Seek them out or Beatrice, the serving wench, and ask for directions to the healer’s farm. Say ‘Charles’. "Please, Mr Sunderland. Please, punish me. I shouldn't have fucked Scott in your studio... Please?" Her begging finally satisfied Mr S. He gently took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Well, you asked for it." He winked at her mysteriously. "Turn around and bend over my desk." Claire's eyes widened as she froze to the spot, reminding him of a terrified deer. "Now!" Reluctantly, she turned and placed her hands on the big wooden desk, leaning forwards ever so slightly. She felt his hand. The trousers began to show signs of wear, and eventually she stopped wearing them. We continued to advance in our careers: Annie was now working at a top ad agency, and I had joined the UK branch of a leading software developer. We weren’t rich, but we were very well off and bought a small house in Highgate, a posh section of London. We had our share of traumas, particularly when we found out that Annie could not have children. But, we loved each other so much, we always seemed to muddle.