Jon had been hesitant when I told him about the house. When I mentioned almost teasing that he had to mow grass on Saturdays, he got even more hesitan...t. ‘Lord.’ he had said, the tone in his voice uncertain. Then a long pause, ‘We shall see.’ I had expected him to be overjoyed, it hit me after some thinking that Jon was used to someone else taking care of all the day to day chores. He helped to run a major business, it took up all his time. ‘We shall see.’ He had said. Those words were in my. She was one of those women who was multi-orgasmic on a good day and totally unresponsive on a bad one. Her pussy was untrained and her every prejudice was set against the possibility of such a thing being real. For three weeks I fucked her, beat her, used her, and denied her permission to cum while I was touching her. Then in the third week she found herself bound spread eagled on the bed, face up and without any stimulation other than my voice, orgasming like a fiend. I practiced her in. I lean back up to kiss her on the mouth, and then slowly trail kisses down to her tits, each of wich I place in my mouth and suck on one at a time. She is moaning and making little mewling sounds. I then start my way slowly down from there, trailing kisses gently down her chest onto her stomach, and arrive at her hips. Slowly lean down and spread her legs apart, so my face is hovering inches away from where her cunt is. It's giving off a strong aroma, and I don't think I can resist the. I had dozens of shots of her in that pose, taken at various stages of her development, but that one was the first where she looked womanly. Lizvette, by comparison, seemed to be both, womanly and girlish. She intrigued me so, that first day we met. She could be as sweetly innocent as a c***d, trusting and eager to please, then moments later, a seductress, a tempting, flirtatious minx, delighting in making my cock swell and pulse before her eyes, like her own plaything. Her bikini rode up her.