This time he didn’t hesitate. He unzipped, pulled out his pecker, and immediately started pounding it. He pressed the damp patch against his nose an...d breathed in. The smell of a woman’s juices filled his olfactory sensors, and remarkable hormonal responses kicked in. Ben barely made it to the corner trashcan when his cock exploded. “Fuck!” he groaned, almost disoriented with lust. He leaned heavily against the wall, pushing his painfully stiff member straight down into the trashcan as volley. Was he wrong, this forty plus man looking at this child like that? In his eyes no. For days—no months he couldn't sleep or eat, not even shower without thinking about that little cupcake of an angel—that summery blossoming of a flower. He had to get her—he had to feel her soft as a cloud body, on his skin but how? Even better question, why?As you know Mordie was always isolated from the outside world. He never experienced things like young love; he never felt an intimate bound between two. Zelda had a slightly turned ankle but the nurse had bandaged it nicely and she felt better until a pair of French-Canadian hunters collared her and pulled her to the spanking bench on the back patio. They strapped her in nice and tight so she couldn't move more than an inch or two in any direction and then they started to poke her in her pussy and in her ass alternately. It got so confused in her mind that she soon wasn't certain which hole they were in because it all felt the same to her.. “I had to sack my last maid when I caught her stealing, I said, frowning, “I hope that I don’t get the same trouble from you.”“Oh no, Miss, I would never ...”“We shall see. You will be on a one week trial to start with. I shall need you here every morning at 8 o’clock sharp. You will work 7 days each week. After the first week I shall allow you one afternoon off each week. On occasion I shall expect you to stay overnight. I shall outline your full duties in due course. You will either arrive in.