I opened my mouth with excitement and that’s the time our lips get locked. Its my 1st French kiss in my life and it lasted for 2 or 3 minutes. Now I...got more courage and planned to fuck her. We hugged each other tightly in the mean time I took care of her back. I made her lie on the bed and I planted rain of kisses on her face, neck and shoulder and in the mean time my right hand is pressing her boobs. I felt huge amt of heat even though I was touching it through the dress. My hand went down. " (Sir, I must confess that I am truly puzzled by his request. He is gay--what possible interest could I hold for him?)And so, Sir, as you can see, I come to you with not one, but two messages. I can only guess at what the first one may be--but I hope that you will not leave me alone with her. I am truly afraid that I will end up as broken in spirit as her two house slaves.Of course, Sir, you know that I will submit to your wishes no matter what you decide. My desire to remain in your service. I took a last mouthful of my rice and pushed the near-empty plate away from me.Dabbing my mouth with a napkin I resumed my conversation."So, what's your name?" I asked, indicating Valerie. She replied quite cheerfully, (as she would since I was in there with her, giving her the benefit of a flood of feelings that this was a man with whom she could be perfectly straight.) "I'm Valerie Kingston, this is my best friend Amy Robertson."Amy looked a bit taken aback to be included in this. " I just hope that we can find a way to be together after I return home."Her comments reminded me of the impasse with regard to her father. His latest email looked almost as though he'd delegated the composition to members of his legal department. He threatened how he'd hunt me down relentlessly and ensure that I was incarcerated without chance of parole for having the audacity to threaten him. Never once did he refer to Olivia by name. It was almost as though he was pursuing a business.
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