She moaned around her mouthful of meat as she battered her aching clit, desperate for another release, sucking at his knob and trying to stroke it wit...h her tongue. The scent of him was intoxicating as she stroked him from base to where her lips just barely enveloped his tip, and she held him like that as she brought herself to orgasm, quivering in her seat as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She tasted the faintest hint of precum in the back of her throat, suggesting that for whatever it. I haven't stopped loving her. I will have told her everything including the fact that I love you and want to help you in any way I can. Because she is so confident of my love for her she will accept all that and go out of her way to help you too."Morag stared at me. After a long pause she asked: "You really mean me to believe that?" Yes!" I replied simply meeting her gaze."But won't she be jealous of you loving another woman and a younger one at that?" No!" Why not, for Heaven's sake? It's only. Erm ... that is, ... family history of your mother and more especially of your father?" If you mean, do I know that the father named on my birth certificate is not my biological father, yes," she replied, "My mother told me that years ago, when I was about nine or ten, but I have no idea who my real father is. My mother would never tell me, but she insisted I was conceived in love before she met her husband, and I know that the Professor was married to my mother before I was born. There had. “Come here Lisa.” He said, bringing me out of my thoughts of this room. I walked to over to him and he began tying the rope around me. When he finished my hands and arms were tied behind my back, my legs were tied at the knees so they stayed bent under me and kept my legs spread apart. He tightly tied rope around each of my tits and they were starting to turn red. I was face down on the floor with my ass high in the air when I was suddenly picked up into the air. Al had hooked me to a pulley.