He promptly turns her on her stomach, raising her hips up to meet his stiff erection. Using his finger as before, he rims her anal hole, ensuring she ...is ready for him. She is soaking wet and purring like a kitten, clinging to her bedsheet, desperate to feel him inside her. His hard maleness probes the anal entrance, gently he probes further into her. She squeals and leans back, pressing herself further onto his pole.He grips her hips, thrusting hard, almost savagely taking her. She squeals even. If the cook got down on her, she could end up fired by the Misses. Especially now, she didn't want to lose her job. That little son of a bitch had ruined her and she wanted to get ruined on a regular basis over and over again. To think that a twelve-year-old could be hung like that was unbelievable. He had almost crippled her causing her to retreat back to her parents house for bed rest. She had the same recurring dream over and over again since night before last.Sarah's dream was that she was. Oh crap! He’d forgotten about the clan doctor that was coming. “Please put them through,” Derrick replied.A moment later an older, slim Oriental woman’s hologram appeared before Derrick.“Greetings esteemed one, I am Doctor Akira Fuwa Dempsey. I am the brain specialist of the Dempsey clan. I ask permission to come aboard, I understand that you are preparing for war. I lend my services if needed.” Akira stated.Derrick nodded then replied. “I am preparing for war, permission granted. A large area. She started moaning, sweet girl, she had no idea what was going to happen then.I took her at the hand and led to my desk. Then I rode up her skirt, undid the stockings and found silky white panties down there; leaning over it I smelled a wonderful aroma coming from the wet stain on it. Unable to control myself I removed her underwear, sank into the chair and this sweet shaved pussy turned right in front of my face; I spread her legs and having admired it for some time and stopped for a while.