No harm done.How do we tie their hand above their heads Sarah asked?I asked Charlie to stop by for his professional opinion on the evidence we’ve found so far.I closed my Sociology book then asked her You want to try make-up again?I replied, inspecting her lineup of tools.(hugging her)- Get away me! granny I don't plan to stay!Ooh, coed pussy, what a treat.Ah!Now either you’re going to suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours or I’m going to fuck it.Scores of men were on all fours as I was, their eyes all Tera’s violet, their necks collared and tied mature to leashes held by the very whores I’d ordered raped just yesterday.She hefted them with her other hand, cupping them and giving them a squeeze.No, that's not quite right. My other hand found her ass, I had only intended for it to hold her, but somehow I felt her ass hole. Yes, touch me there, finger my ass. I explored where I had never been before, I felt her ass hole pucker as I touched it, I pressed into it but it didn’t open to me. I realised it was dry and my finger needed lubricating, so I joined it with my other fingers that were wanking her pussy, it was oozing wetness.My finger went back to her ass and again I tried to enter her, this time, with just a little pressure I felt it mature give, granny my finger slid inside to be gripped tight. Encouraged, I pressed even harder, then my whole finger was disappearing into the heat of her depths, she ground her ass down forcing me even further, I began to slide it in and out, as she bucked in time with my fingering.Her thighs were gripping my head, her fingers in my hair as she writhed against me, she was now moaning loudly. Jenny, I’m going to cum, you’re making me cum, harder now! She held me tight, with her hands and legs as her whole body tensed before she convulsed to my efforts.Her legs fell away, her hands pulling at my head to bring me up and over her body. I lay on top as she pulled me into a tight embrace, My beautiful lover, my God I love you. Her words made my heart sing and I cried tears of joy, I had pleased this woman that I now realised I loved so deeply. She had said she loved me, I so hoped it was meant and not just said in the passion of the moment.We returned to the sofa, her holding my hand. We drank more wine and she unwrapped a chocolate to press it between my lips. She was staring into my eyes.Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked her, Do you really love me, Angelica? I mean proper love.