He walked to within three yards of her where he stopped, right in front of her. He made a faint bow and spoke with a rich and steady voice. ... - Good evening miss Willow. It is with great pleasure that I finally find a suitable opportunity to address you in person. I have been watching you closely for some time now, but I must assure you that I mean you absolutely no harm.The man spoke with such a cultured and pleasing voice that Willow only barely interpreted his words. He had. Little thingsIts always the little things that make me love Lord_Mithus so much.Driving me aroundBringing me lunch when I'm called in early and go on the fly.Putting up with my bitchy sidePutting up with my workaholicnessBringing me flowers out of the blueFinishing my creative ideas :)Our little drivesOur woodsy picnicsYour problem solving on the fly.Calling or texting just because.Your hands on me, in me, when I cook or clean.Your never ending love for me.Lots of things. I just love him a. She came quickly moaning loudly and then pushed me away and rolled on her back. I sat there on my knees watching her at first nearly gasping for breath, that invitingly beautiful body her chest and stomach heaving. My cock began to throb as she lay there being beautiful and unattainable, unless she issued an order. I lost track of time, it was maybe half an hour before she opened her eyes turned her head and looked at my stiff cock with an indifferent expression. She said nothing closed them. “Feel me inside of you, filling your body with mine. I want you, Anna; I want to feel my cock deep inside you.”She began to tremble, to shudder ever so slightly as I eased my hips forward and my cock began to spread the tiny hole open. I felt her relax, heard her groan as her tongue again began lapping at her sister’s pussy and Rebecca’s fingers tightened in the reddish hair, pulling the pretty face closer to her out-thrust pelvis. Her body began to push back at me urging me on, letting me.