” There were some bottles of water buried in the ice, so I pulled one out and twisted the lid off for her. As I passed it to her our eyes met, and w...e searched each other’s faces for a moment. “Is that what that was all about, with you and Michael, you being a little drunk?” She looked down at her feet. “David, can we not talk about that right now?” “Seriously?” “Later, at home maybe would be better. Not now. Not here. I can’t…right now.” I shook my head, still hurting, jealous despite my. I was intrigued as I stroked his thick cock up and down. I was fascinated as I watched the jet black foreskin swallow up the huge pinkish-purple head as I stroked upward. I watched with keen interest as I then stroked downward, pulling back the foreskin and revealing an enormous mushroom-shaped head. The glans was slightly lighter in color than the shaft. It looked almost like a deep, dark shade of pink.I looked up at Toben and said, “Kiss me.”Toben began devouring my mouth with a passion I had. She stuck her finger in her mouth, wanting to get it wet. This, she had learned, was called lubrication. Once ready she started to gently rub the tiny nubbin of flesh. She jerked at the wet friction and moaned a little at the pleasure. She rubbed slowly at first, using her other hand to tease her nipples, then sped up when she felt she had the hang of it. She felt herself come to the edge of an orgasm, but the feeling went away as soon as it had started. "Christ!" she muttered, and sat up on. And after the Earl’s final lancinating cut, number twenty-one as hard as he could cut in; the sobbing young sufferer, with lips bitten bloody, turned her pale, drawn face back at her father with all her shame and agonized hatred burning in her huge, tear-blurred eyes; then spat contemptuously before defiantly walking away. The Lady Susan would never face her stern parent’s wrath again. As was his custom after his daughter’s birthday thrashings, Sir Charles left Brisbane Manor for his.