Yes, she was his and he wanted her to be his. Satisfied in all ways, she drifted off to sleep.She woke to Joyce’s knocking. When she called out, Joy...ce brought in her tea and set it on the night stand.“Shall I bring Milord’s tea as well?” she asked.“Please. And do you have a pot and a sugar bowl?” After Joyce went out leaving the door open, Lionel got out of bed in a run to grab his night shirt. She heard some discussion in the hallway between Joyce and, apparently, Samuel before Joyce came back. . probably for hours. My cunt ought to have been worn out, right to my very skin but it was lost in a happy frictional glow and I mashed my cunt upon it. Then at last there was a great cracking of the stone and it or perhaps the roots of the tree had now shifted so that a passage underground beneath the tree was now revealed. Reluctantly, the necessity that had driven us so far this long evening and night faded, and our passions declined sufficiently that the reason for our purpose here could. “I slept in bed with you!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm. Then she blushed and rolled away. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”I watched her dash to the en suite and waited, wondering what she’d do when she’d finished. The toilet flushed. The sink ran for a while. Then she emerged and, light on her feet, rushed out of the bedroom, saying, “I’ll be right back!”What was she doing?Addison eventually returned. I lazed in bed. She’d brushed her hair and tied it back at the nape of her neck, sweet and. Keeping myself under control was difficult, seeing this beautiful, young woman give in. Her cries and tears made me want to slow down, but also made me want to go harder, to dominate her. It was a balance that kept me going at a decent pace most of the time, just hard enough to hurt her a little. She gave in, stopped struggling completely, letting herself enjoy it, still wincing and jumping when I went a little too hard. ‘Aaaahhh… does that feel… ow!… good?’ I caressed her face, feeling her rub.