.I figured if it felt good to me, it would also to her. I loved feeling her squirm. I loved the power I felt knowing I was doing this to her. I didn't... want to stop. I loved this woman's body. I loved the softness, the roundness, the vaguely familiar feel. I took my fingers out of her pussy, and as I had done to myself on many occasions, put my finger in my mouth and tasted her sweet wetness. I wanted her to cum. I had to make this young, beautiful woman cum. I was in control. She was the paid. "They sat in silence."Maybe," Kevin suggested, "she's afraid your dad will make you gay."Bobby broke out laughing. As if that had suddenly fixed everything, he pushed himself up and slid back until he was sitting against the rock in his accustomed place. Their shoulders touched. After a moment, his face turned serious again."I can't tell Mom." About what?" Bobby gave Kevin a look. "Oh, right. No problem. It'll just be between the three of us."The idea of not telling Vicky didn't even cross. Fingers strolling over my pubic hair, touching my slit, a slit that is becoming wetter with each move, each touch he makes. First one, the two fingers are inside me, gently thrusting in and out as he finger fucks me. My pussy opening up for him, warm, pink and inviting. "Oh... no... no... please, oh... oh... oh..." I gasp. My hand grabbing hold of his hand, not to stop it doing what it is doing, but to make sure he doesn't take it away. I hold on tight, pushing his fingers ever further into my. When the newly crowned Queen Beatrice had summoned the new head of the Secret Intelligence Service to her and tasked him with finding anything that would be useful to her aims he’d set about it with a vengeance. He’d quickly set his people to digging up every anomaly, fabrication or change in procedure they could find.When he’d made an interim report on the findings of the Service he had included the information that the concubine limits did not seem to be as set in stone as had first appeared..