I went to my knees before him, my anal butt on my heels, my back straight, shoulders back, and breast prominently forward to him. He gazed at me with confusion, arousal, and question. “What … are you doing, Grace?” “I want you to tell me your deepest desire, Sir. I think you are conflicted because you have a willing and compliant woman before you but you value the mind that comes with it and you don’t want to risk maybe ruining a good thing. I think … if I am wrong, I am going to be very embarrassed.” He studied me, weighing my expressions and actions. He was also studying my body. I knew my nipples were erect and hard. I knew my pussy was wet, though he wouldn’t know that for sure at the moment. “Sir, tell me your deepest desire. We can manage it …” “We?” I smiled, “Yes, Sir.” I lowered my eyes and released the words, “I think we have Hardcore matching desires, Sir.” I glanced up and his eyes were wide. “Tell me, Sir.” He leaned forward and stroked my cheek, his hand dropping to my breast and nipple. “Your nipples are hard … are you wet, Grace?” “God, yes, Sir!” He took a deep breath. “My deepest desire that I would never oral have ventured to suggest … I would desire that you were my real submissive, not a pretend game at the office and outside for sex.” My face burst into a huge smile. “That is also my desire, Sir. It has been for a while now.” “Grace, it is a fantasy of mine. I’m not even sure what that would really mean, muscle though I have some inkling.” I inched forward and rubbed my hands up his thighs. “We can explore it together.” “You’re sure?” “Yes, Sir. I have Hairy been thinking about this. I want to give myself to you. *No facials (we could cum on her tits) At the onset of that mysterious summer I found myself of marrying age. Cambria, just like you’ve had desires for your Hardcore father, I’ve long had desires for your brother.” I already went to your apartment yesterday and cleared everything out, your girlfriend is probably relaxing with a glass of wine knowing she doesn't have anal to deal with breaking up with you. “So you’re a nudist then Georgia?” She can father us grandchildren with a woman, and mother them with a man.” But this wasn't how I wanted to cum. “Only Dreaming.Kanna.” she licked his cheek and said. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Just enjoy this as I love you!” I groaned. My head darted over, my pigtails dancing as I engulfed her other nub. Why was I fleeing the castle? I muscle did it. It felt so good. “No, not for a second,” I add. I pulled oral out her chair and helped her get positioned at the table before sitting down myself. Violet felt dazed as her father led her out Hairy of the kitchen and up the stairs. One surprising item was another tent, perhaps larger that what they had been using, almost new. Again, I saw or heard nothing of her before or after work. I did find the perfect secluded hot tub for later that night, however, over in a dark corner, surrounded by tall bushes. Once, he named Jackson, our only black friend. She considered sitting somewhere else, Mark would not know she was there if she was silent, but she thought that he looked lonely and decided she could not let her nervousness about what had happened yesterday ruin her social life. Salvador’s eyebrows shot up in slight surprise.