This was an experienced lover his thrusts were lifting me off my feet, quite literally, I was savouring every thust by bouncing my tiny white ass onto... this thick black rod of hard flesh and my screams of pleasure were stifled, by the mouth clamped onto mine.The warmth generated by his ejaculation was by now a well known experience, except this guy was doing it hard up against my cervix, the neck of my womb, conveniently placed there so my orgasm can dip into it and draw his sperm into my. Her curling toes said she was enjoying every bit of it. I went down, pulled down her soaking panties and kisses her pussy. She hissed. I bite he clit and another loud moan turned me into eating her sweet-salty pussy vigorously. Having no hair, it smelled like heaven and I bet I could’ve eaten it whole night, had she not pulled me off with my hair. She started stroking my dick with her hand, I asked her to suck it but she refused.I said at least kiss and lick it to make it wet. She did so,. Miranda laid the cane across his back, making his ass rise in anticipation, and making her sneer at his pathetic weakness as she slipped out of her jacket and displayed her rigid nipples in the white silk blouse she wore, and then she pinned her black hair up in a school mistress-like bun, her severe look making the shackled slave hump the sheets impatiently; he was anxious to know the divine pain the wicked rattan would bring. Miranda smirked with contempt as he eyed her broad thighs and. “Stern voice, did not use contractions?”Jason looked at her, eyes wide.“Yeah, how did you...”Margo smiled reassuringly.“Jason, I won’t think you’re crazy if you won’t think I’m crazy.“It seems our House, House Chorale, has a ghost, the spirit of my dear friend, Minerva. I’ve heard her, my spouses have as well. It’s nothing to worry about or be afraid of.”Margo leaned down, and placed her hands on his shoulders.“Be happy, Jason. It means you’re undeniably, and forevermore, part of House.