Enwrapped in my thoughts, I hardly noticed him slide that massive cock all the way into me. My tender man hole around his shaft was suddenly stretched... to the maximum and it hurt. I yelped softly but he stayed buried to the hilt, allowing me to accept his thickness. Martin tensed and twitched inside me and our eyes met, and still no words passed between us. He had me in his power and I was happy to be there. His hips pulled back, my ass lips pouting over the retreating cock, only for him to push. Ordinarily I would turn on the charm, but the winter weather precluded that simple expedient, leaving me shivering in the cold. Eventually, though, I made it to the front of the line, fended off some impatient challengers, and headed for the family seat.Shivering outside the front door, I stamped my feet and fought with numb fingers to get the keys in and turn the lock. Dragging my luggage inside, I abandoned them by the front door, shook off my coat, and peeled back my outer layers of. " She's nice," I agreed. "And it wasn't that big of a deal." I dropped my voice, "She was a perfect size."He gave me a little punch on the arm, "We need to get you a real girlfriend, not one who's already gone!" Yeah!" I told him. Sure, and I'd get in mega trouble if it got out I had two eighth grade girlfriends I was supposed to be 'sharing.' Just what had JR meant by that? Parallel or serial? Tony turned and walked towards math, and I headed for history, contemplating what it would be like to. As she began to slide the dress down her body, Yvonne said simply, "Oh."The Squire was walking slowly back up the driveway toward the house. He seemed to be taking his time, as if he was waiting for something. Two voices called out to him, "Master! Master Adamson! May we return to Twelve Oaks Manor?"He stopped and smiled. He thought he knew what he would see when he turned around, and he was right. Kneeling on the asphalt just outside the gate were two naked and barefoot slaves. Their.