She was wearing a black mini skirt, a black crop top and the same black high heels from yesterday. Her hair was loose in waves around her face and she... wore light makeup. She looked more natural and beautiful this way. I liked it much better. I mentally made a note that she would dress this way more often and not in that school girl get-up. "Have you made up your mind about the extension, Professor Fraser?" she asked politely. "I have, Ana. But I hope you followed my instructions from. That is where Master and I were six years ago. Master thought it might be useful if I sent you some of my memories and reflections about our taking that path. I hope David mentioned this to you–a letter like this would seem awfully presumptuous coming out of the blue! Since I don’t know you or David and don’t want to make any assumptions, I can offer you only an account of our journey, Master’s and mine. Master has given me permission to share anything at all with you, specifically including. Becky moaned her approval. “Mmm, yeah, touch my tits, Daddy!” She moved her hands up to his, encouraging him to squeeze her tender swells harder. Bill locked his lips around her distended clitoris, and sucked hard, lashing the tiny bud with his tongue.Becky went wild beneath him, arching her hips upward, driving her pussy against his face, her hands once again holding his head, her fingers entwined in his hair, almost screaming in abject pleasure. “OH! DADDY! Suck me!!! OH! God! So good! I’m. Harry felt her cum juices flowing as he sucked, trying not to lose any.Cindy wound down slowly and her grip lessened. Harry lifted his head and looked at this fantastic body in front of him. He rose up and lifted Cindy in his arms. She put her arms around his neck as he carried her across the room and deposited her on to the bed.Harry mounted the bed too, lifting Cindy's legs on high as he knelt between her thighs. She reached down between them and placed his cock head at her cunt entrance..