We had to get on with the cherry harvest. I’ve let him finish in my mouth which was a special treat even without the usual edging. When I swallowed ...the last drop of his cum, he sat up and reached for my breasts.“It’s ok baby, we can play later. Let’s get on with the damned cherries.” I said, as I wasn’t turned on that much. I couldn’t really let myself relax with mum in the kitchen. I preferred to wait till the evening, when we could lock my bedroom door and my parents were watching telly. Pleased to meet you, Senorita," Federico curtsied, "Would the two of you like some wine, before I send your waitress here?" Yes, thank you, but only two glasses. Neither of us can afford to be tipsy right now, especially with the drive back to work. Some of your Spanish red wine would be nice, Federico," Gavin ordered."I understand, Senor, and I will have the waitress bring your wine immediately. I do not drink much during work, either. It helps to have a clear head for business, so I can. I continue to lap up your love juices as a man would thirst for water in the desert after days afield. You keep whispering my name, your voice softer and softer as I bring you once again to that glorious G-spot orgasm. You scream again and again as orgasms pierce your very soul and you lay back on the sand utterly spent, sweating as if in labor, but not the labor of childbirth. No, this labor is of our love, the love I gave you with my tongue and my loving expertise. As your breathing becomes. To add some chagrin to Alison's wish, they were now worse. Gertrude had been gifted with the slave role after I left, lucky, lucky girl, and was still at home being everyone's servant and body slave, extraordinaire.I shouldn't trivialise her position because it is a post-modernist form of horror, she had no way out of the position I virtually forced her into twelve plus years before, straight from spoilt princess to dogsbody overnight; it must have been bewildering. There, but for the grace of.