‘And you know how much I enjoy basking you in pleasure,’ he added. I swore I could hear him wink. Or maybe it was that same tone in his voice that... he used when he did wink at me. Or had winkful thoughts. ‘Here, put your arm like this,’ he said as he dropped my upper arm and bent my forearm up from the elbow. The chain pulled my arm out bent, slightly stretched out, but rather comfortably when I was able to let it drop from the taut chain. ‘I have to admit that I always thought of bondage as. .. he had made her lose her virginity ... he had made her lose ... everything...But this man was still loyal to him even years after his death ... why... ? There were many things about her father that she didn't know ... For many years she had seen her father as her symbol of disgrace for putting her life in misery ... She hated her father ... but why... ? Was it because he had caused her to endure the slavery? But she was just like him ... Her skills ... her attitude ... her eyes ... She could. Lisa had forgotten how big and deep her husband’s eyes were. A tingle crept back into her body. Her hunger was not yet satisfied.“If you lick my pussy gently, I think I will cum again,” she whispered.“I would love to try.”Chris parted Lisa’s legs with his strong hands and made himself comfortable with his face right in front of his wife’s most intimate area. The lips were still dark and hard, glistening with her juice. A small trickle of his seed spilled out. But who cares about such things. .. "Yes, Mrs Charpentier," said James, looking her straight in the eyes as a distinguished ex-serviceman, albeit a servant to her husband, should. "We were just remarking that we came from the same neck of the woods." Well, we need to be out of this damn' neck of the woods as soon as possible," chimed in Randall, but he wore a deprecating grin as he stood back of his angry wife."Well, tell the 'driver' to hurry it up, then, Ranny." was Mrs Charpentier's comment on that exchange. James and.