That she was an aristocrat was surprise enough, but why did I feel a definite pang of jealousy when I thought that other people knew her well enough t... send her cards, colleagues, friends, other lovers, other women for whom she might provide her very special service. Suddenly I badly needed to know who had sent Margaret this card. Awareness that such nosiness was way beyond the rules made the temptation worse. I laughed furtively as I interpreted my feeling as one of desire to be caught and. .. Pushing against that thin wall between pussy and ass, transmitting the pressure to her clit, I ram it home..... "Oh my Angel Imma cum real soon darling..... Do you want me to fill you up...?" I ask her barely coherent. "Oh yes I wanna breed you angel......." She doesn't respond, she's too far gone to say a word. I took my finger out of her ass and without coming out of her pussy I climb to my feet and rested my hands on her shoulders for support, then I drove my shaft deep into her. She let out more wild cries and ground her ass against me, back as far as she could.After slowing down I pulled my cock out and saw the juices glistening on it. I spanked her again on each of her round, pert buttocks until the slapping sound of my hand on her ass was followed by her desperate wailing, becoming muffled as she buried her face in the pillow. I took the opportunity to look over to the alcove, but there was no sign of Liz behind the curtain and I didn’t know exactly how much she had. She did it for her Master she told herself but her cunt knew better. As the doors opened she stood in a clean white hallway. Across the elevator there was a desk. Behind it sat a breathtakingly beautiful redhead, sitting gracefully and sending her a smile. As Sarah walked up to her she noticed the redhead didn’t have arms. It looked like she was born without, even more it looked like her body was never intended to have some. Yet Sarah felt the lump in her throat thinking that the redhead was.