All commodity and wonderful matter end. So too must kinky and perverse holiday. Not to venerate, we 're already scheming to get Cynthia back to Sugar Cane, but as always, commentary and input are receive ! ! !


The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5

She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her hubby. The whole eve had been a sexual thrill– an excited dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in controller, of hearing her protagonist and lover shrieking from her soul.

True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasms during the trend of the eventide, but her pussy still felt self-conceited and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to having a good family relationship with the owner of the station after all, when as she wandered out onto the gallery she found Robert. Entirely predictable, he was dressed casually, cognac snifter in one hired hand and a Churchill in the other. He just made her feel practiced. She couldn't explain it. Or maybe she was trying to deny her attraction to him. For her he exuded a feeling that all was well, all as was as it should be.

He smiled when he saw her and their ritual solidified, poured her a glass of cognac without asking. She selected a medium bodied cigar from the offered small humidor and settled back in the soft cushions, enjoying the pleasant evening and the pleasant company. She wondered if Henry M. Robert could reap that she had designs on him for later. Or that he evoked cryptical smell.

impression that she had not allowed herself in such a very farseeing time.

"My dear mellisonant ma'am"Henry M. Robert began, slowly exhaling and watching the smoke waft up to the ceiling."I have to say that you have left me quite impressed. I am thinking that perhaps June had not realized what a delicious monster she had created until it was too late ”.

Cynthia sucked on her cigar, watching the end glowing shiny red and smiled."I have had great teachers over the past workweek"she replied.

"But for some reason I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away places. I have to differentiate you that was the most intense and erotic thing I have witnessed the hale metre I've been here. I know it hurt more on her clit than on her nipples, but the mental there was so much to a greater extent intense. Watching her centre as you ever so slowly brought the end of the cigar to hr teat. I can imagine the intense heating plant she felt when you hovered I just a half an inch away. It was like you could watch the fear and panic and starve all build together. Thank you so much for sharing that with me ”.

"June is such a painfulness loose woman that it takes something along those lines to train her where she needs to be"Henry M. Robert answered. The cigar is 99 % mental. It certainly hurts, but it is over relatively quickly. The whippet you were using on her - that had our dear June howl and screaming her heart out."

"That was one thing that she didn't use on me yesterday, so I was basically looking to you and Sharon for counsel. I obviously don't mind hurting her, but would never want to offend ”.

Robert looked up in surprisal."June didn't let you sample the whippet ? An superintendence I'm sure on her part - it is terribly acute. We'll make indisputable in the future that you get to sample every token that you use on others - it makes you so much more effective.

Henry Martyn Robert looked at her in the dim visible light."You are beautiful tonight Cynthia. Is there any chance that a profligate innkeeper could entice you to parcel his bed ? This has been a special night for the three of us - it seems a shame to end it by sleeping alone ”.

"Thank God"Cynthia smiled."I was beginning to retrieve that I was going to have to suit very unladylike and ask you to possess your way with me."

Just then a grandiloquent slender blackness woman came onto the gallery with a mo decanter of cognac."This is Cecille, Cynthia. Cecille sports meeting Artemis ”.

Cynthia and Cecille shook hand lightly sizing each other up.

"Cecille has been taking a few days off and that's why you haven't met her before, explained Robert.

She is my right mitt person in every way here. She is intimately familiar spirit with our penchant's and penchant. She sometimes assists me, though she is rife only. She is the most loyal and consecrated person I've ever encountered."

"Cecille, Cynthia is a brand new convert, though possessed of unbelievable natural talent and enthusiasm. I'm sure that the two of you will get to love each other. In fact, Cecille, would you be kind plenty to go to my way and bring me a whippet please ?"

Turning to Cynthia and her inquiring gaze he continued"I am really looking forward to another cigar and some Thomas More cognac. I'm especially looking forward to taking you to my bed. But before we do all of that, I would very much like for you to experience the whippet. You won't begrudge me that will you ?"

Cynthia was taken aback - she had not expected this turn of events. There had been almost an unwritten rule that with a few exceptions play was confined to the dungeon and the inn was variety of a indifferent haven.

"What the hell though"she thought to herself. He was just asking her to try it, and she was so turned on her pussy was beginning to ache.

"No Robert, I would never begrudge you something like that. And besides, it's only fair that even after the fact, I sample at least a bit of what I gave June."

Just as she finished speaking, Cecille returned carry the evil looking white fiberglass rod. She started to hand it to Robert but he shook his read/write head.

"No Cecille, I think I will let you take care of this for me. This is just a sample for dear Cynthia, so I believe two CVA will suffice, both to her rectify breast please"

Cynthia paled a bit - she had been expecting to digest and bend over to try out the strokes on her ass. But then it had been June's breasts she had worked over viciously. Just as she resigned herself, Cecille stepped around to her right hand and said softly"if ma'am would expose her decent breast please ”.

It was almost eccentric. Three adults sitting on the verandah, cognac and cigars on the table, insects chirping in the even and here she was, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her the right way shoulder as Henry M. Robert and this stunningly attractive but severe looking lady watched. .The blouse out of the way she pulled the bra strap off her shoulder joint then pushed the bra down. Her justly breast, nipple hardening rapidly in the cool air was exposed.

Cecille took a moment to gently stroke and caress the offered breast then looked at Robert questioningly."Two strokes if you please Cecille. I would like the first on the underside –you know exactly where it is most ship's boat, followed by a cut across the nipple"

"Yes Sir"Cecille replied as she slowly let the whippet slide over and across the exposed boob. With no warning she snapped it up from below. The dilute fiberglass snickered into the flesh of Artemis's breast right had the base.

To Cynthia it felt as though her bosom had been sliced off. The fiery pain shot deep into the muscles and tissue paper of the breast itself and began to heighten. But she did not even have time to get a wow past her back talk before Cecille brought the evil little sceptre smashing down from above, bisecting the swollen nipple.

Cynthia could do naught but clench her titty and cry. She came off the couch onto her articulatio genus on the flooring, holding and rubbing her abused boob. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the pain in the ass began to slowly ebb, settling down to a deep throbbing ache that spread through the all breast. She got herself up and got back to her chair.

Cynthia noticed that Cecille had departed while she was dealing with the effects of the whippet.. She started to line up herself, but when she tried to rend the bra over her injure mammilla it just hurt too very much.

"So much for modesty at the inn"she said as she stood, removed her blouse so the bra could issue forth off, then put the blouse back on. Even with just the light silk of the blouse brushing the nipple she winced.

session back down, she decided her cigar and some of that wonderful smell cognac would help her gather her wits. As she reached for the flatboat, Cecille returned, and taking the lighter and the cigar, proceeded to lightly spin the tip of the cigar in the fire."admit me to do that for you please madam"as she finished lighting Cynthia's cigar and pouring her cognac.

It was blowing Cynthia's mind, but then everything this week had blown her mind. Five mo ago this beautiful dark skinned charwoman had casually asked her to break her breast - as in the singular form. It emphasized that there was nothing sexual about it for her. The penalisation had been designated for one breast only, so there was no demand tobare them both.

She had casually asked, and watched as Cynthia has presented her right breast. Then, without any display of emotion had proceeded to administer two brutal stroking that had left Cynthia on the floor, crying, and now still hurting so badly that she could not tolerate a bra.

Yet now, she respectfully lit her cigar and poured her cognac.

Would the revelations never end ? ?

It was as if Robert was reading her thinker when he spoke.

"It is very crucial that roles can be switched, but not switched if I'm not confusing you too badly ”. Seeing that Cynthia was looking at him expectantly, he continued.

"I am not always fortunate sufficiency to have delightful madam such as yourself and June to help me when my submissive side rears its foreland. I had thought in the past of inviting a master dominatrix here from time to time, but frankly, the cost was prohibitive and the results disappointing.

Cecille has witnessed the goings on here. She has seen me in both office. One day when we were talking, ina moment of candor and I mentioned that I wished June would return soon. She surprised me and told me, using that ever so polite British lilted dialect that they speak here, that there was no motive - that she would hold me whenever I felt the need.

We discussed it, and focused on the fact that she was my believe and truehearted employee and I did not want to turn a loss that relationship. She assured me that that would not be a problem."

"We experimented a bit and on-key to her word, while she was fell and sadistic during a school term if you will, when it was over she was very much the subservient supporter. She is an expert at switching into and out of that role."

"I've asked but she has expressed no interest in assuming the submissive role in the bdsm realm. She is perfectly glad being my devoted inn handler and my personal assistant, and, from time to time, my personal whip mistress. And by the way, she is extremely skilled with both the cane and the punishment strap - I can vouch for that, so if you ever find yourself with that strange craving, unique to us ugly perverts, I think she would be happy to oblige."

June was leaning back in the cushions, her breast still throbbing, getting extremely aroused at the mental trope of Robert strung up naked as that delightfully beautiful woman with her ebony skin, her hair pulled into a severe bun, used a cloggy leather punishment strap to name him trip the light fantastic toe and howling. She shared her mental image with Robert, who just smiled. She took a end long drag on her cigar and tilted the cognac glass back, savoring the burning sensation in her throat.

Setting the glass down she turned to Robert."So tell me kind sir, what does a girl have to do around here to get properly fucked ?"

The next day dawned perfectly. It felt so justly to wake up side by side to Henry M. Robert. She closed her eyes, remembering the incredible sex they had enjoyed. Both had been so highly charged from torturing June, they had practically torn each former's dress off when they got to the chamber. It had been one of those splendid nights - there was zero Thomas More that could be said.

She let her mitt slip under the covering fire, searching for and finding Roberts stopcock. She gently rubbed it, then felt it begin to stir. Henry Martyn Robert woke and took her in his weapon system. If there was a promised land on worldly concern it was here, on this marvellous island ! !

Venturing Forth they realized that they were both famished and had slept later than common. Entering the cozy dining room they helped themselves to coffee fruit and croissant. Life was good.

As they were sitting there enjoying a leisurely breakfast, Eric and June entered. June didn't say a word at initiatory. She just rushed over to Robert and Cynthia and hugged them both."ThankYou both for an recherche evening. I won't forget it"she said smiling.

She and Eric joined them, relaxing and enjoying the tropic air. This was their last-place day, and everyone concurred that it was time to do the touristy thing. Henry Martyn Robert offered them the keys to the Range Rover and they scurried off to gather up thing for a day of touring the island.

Henry Martyn Robert turned to her and mentioned that he had to take in the ferry to the gravid island - it was market day. The sauceboat came up from Dominica with green goods that was needed for the kitchen. Normally one of the workers would go, but he had some business there anyway, so he would take the hand truck. She was welcome to come.

Cynthia thought about it, but upon reflection, decided to expend a quiet day. Robert kissed her and soon she heard the beat up old hand truck heading down the poop track. Not long after she heard the room access slam and saw June and Eric heading down the route in the cooking stove bird of passage. It dawned her that except for what staff remained around, now that nigh of the guests had gone and the place was fairly vacuous, she was by herself.

She spent a while sunbathing. The island made it so delightful.The tropical sun was hot, but being up on the side of the mountain, the cooling breeze made it much more tolerable.

Getting a little athirst, she wandered into the dining elbow room to see what was lying around. She settled for some fruit and a few piece of music of cheese. Then she set out to explore a little.

Walking the crumbling stone paries she realized how orotund the place was. As she climbed up a cost increase she had a best aspect and realized that what was now the inn had been only one of various buildings, the relief mostly ruins now, but the old understructure clearly seeable. From the side of meat of the James Jerome Hill she could see the roadway, what there was of it, snaking down the side of the mountain. If she looked carefully through the Tree, she could see the pocket-sized Town below with the prospicient quay and the ferry terminal.

She recalled that this, the smaller of two islands was accessible only by ferry or boat. There was no airport to speak of. Off in the distance she could see the ferry churning its way across the strait - Robert would be on it. a lot later, he would take the same ferry back after he had finished his patronage and loaded the old truck at the market. She found herself already looking forward to it.

She, June and Eric would be leaving early tomorrow. She had originally been scheduled to get out a few days before, but couldn't bring herself not to extend for the duplicate days.

God she would miss this place. What a Revelation of Saint John the Divine this head trip had been. She didn't know how she would handle matter back in the city, but she knew affair would never, ever be the same for her again.

roving around, she found herself, as always - she stopped fooling herself that it was a coincidence - back at the hard worker living quarters. She couldn't not walk in. So a great deal had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to walk in and cheat on around the rumpus room as she pondered things. She made no randomness as her tennis brake shoe trod soundlessly on the floor. She was blow away by what she saw when she opened the door though.

There on the breeding rack was Cecille. Naked and spread in her glory. She was beautiful. Cynthia's eyes were feverishly shifting from Cecille, naked and splayed, to Epistle of James standing just behind her, teasing her gaping puss with his huge Negroid cock.

Back to Cecille. Her position on the stand was no less humiliating and embarrassing than it had been for Cynthia or June. Her legs were spread astray which caused her slit to gape open. Cynthia noticed how swollen it was from foreplay. The outer lips a dark purpleness contrasting to the pink inner faithful. Her breasts hanging down below her, the pap likewise dark and hard.

cover to James IV. James IV was one of the caretakers. Huge - well over six groundwork and about 240 lbs - that was not beer belly. In his hand was the largest, dour cock Cynthia had ever seen and he was just in the physical process of stroking the head along the very cook and needing pussy of the adult female restrained in the bringing up rack.

When he turned suddenly and saw Artemis there, she realized that had unintentionally intruded upon a very private moment. James jumped back, apologizing, Cecille gasped her"Oh No"but could not strike. As James I tried to dress himself Artemis realized what she had done and with a quick"I'm so dreary"beat a precipitant hideaway - leaving the two, the she realized she had surely destroyed the moment.

Cynthia didn't know what to do or say. She went back to her way as the sun climbed in the sky, then realized she could not cover there forever.

She also realized that it had been hot ! She had observed James around the inn. His brawniness bulged, and she had caught herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be taken by such a glorious hunk of man.

She also found her mind wandering to what she had seen. The sight was ripe out of the story of this space. The arresting black hard worker char tightly strapped in attitude so that she could be bred by the stud of her sea captain's choosing. The fact that Robert had not chosen, and probably did not even know about the two, and the fact that the two were obviously devotee, enjoying what they thought was some privacy, only slightly warped her fantasy. It was still awfully hot ! !

She left her way, wandering out to the veranda, wondering what she would say to Cecille. Lost in her thoughts, looking out over the flower garden she almost did not hear Cecille step out to join her.

She turned and saw tears in the black char's centre. She couldn't assist herself - she went to her and hugged her telling her how gloomy she was."Cecille please forgive me. I had no approximation anyone was there - I was just wandering around. I would never, never intrude on you"!

"It's hunky-dory Ms. Cynthia - I know that you meant no harm. It's just that I am so abashed, so ashamed that you saw me like that, on that thing ”. Please, delight don't tell Mr. Robert"

Cynthia was confused. She knew Robert well enough by now. He regarded the people that worked at Sugar Cane as family. Surely he would not object to any heart between tow of them. Cynthia confessed her confusion.

Cecille had returned the hug, and the two women settled on the sofa."It is not that Ms. Cynthia. Mr. Henry M. Robert is a beneficial man. We are all well-chosen to work here. It is much, much deeper. It has to do I cogitate with my own demons and the account of this place. I was fortunate enough to go to school day. I could be a instructor if I chose, but I prefer it here, helping Mr. Robert and taking concern of this place."

Cynthia was intrigued but confused. She waited quietly for Cecille to continue.

"Getting off the island and going to schooltime showed me the world out and it also taught me the account of this place and the heritage of my hoi polloi. Coming back here I am happy, but here, in this lieu, where my ancestors were once slaves, it is very much a pitch-dark and white issue. For all I know my great gran or grandfather could very well suffer been conceived on that very contraption upon which you found me."

"I know you've been there yourself. I know that you understand that it is as much a repulsion as an magnet at the like time. The idea of a proud, independent adult female being strapped to that thing and being exposed, bred like an animal is disgusting, degrading and demeaning in every way. At the same sentence it is erotic and exciting and draws us with a force that we can't resist. But just think, for me the enceinte, great grandchild of slaves that were bred on it, it is an even sorry contradiction."

"I loathe it and I crave it. But because my root were the slaves, and Mr. Robert's ascendent were the owners, I could never give birth to have him know that. It is a common soldier thing. Can you understand ?"

Cynthia found her own eyes moistening as she realized the contradiction running through this woman.. Cecille needed very much to be the firm professional char for Robert, showing him that she could take kick and run this position despite her blood. At the same time, she could no more combat her own penury than could Cynthia.

"Is that why Robert mentioned that you showed no interest in submitting ?"Artemis asked.

Cecille nodded."Of course. I have not let myself go as you have been fortunate enough to do, but I do know that when I have James tie me there as you saw me, foreign but rattling thing start happening. I just could never let Mr. Robert see that."

"Cecille I think you are underestimating Robert. I think you would find him incredibly supportive. In this foreign lifestyle we go down a lot of unlike paths. You and Robert are a soundly case. He has told me that one of the Service you provide is to give him bodied penalty when required. Obviously you have seen him naked and tied, You've heard him gasp and cry out. Do you love and respect him any less afterward ?"

"And just finish nighttime you watched as I exposed my breast to you, watched as I lay back in the professorship for you to whip it. You watched and find out me scream out. Do you recall to a lesser extent of me for it ?"

Cecille had to excogitate that for a piece and finally admit that no, she always regarded Henry M. Robert as the positive schoolmaster of the place. Everyone recognized that. And she had known what went on when Henry M. Robert and Cynthia went to the playroom. There was no shame and she certainly understood - perhaps even envied Cynthia a bit.


"But it is your conclusion Cecille"Cynthia continued. I will not say anything to Robert, though if I know Robert, I suspect he already knows or at least has an intimation. I will give that to you."

Cecille smiled for the first prison term and started to give thanks her but Cynthia put her finger to the sorry knockout's lips."Before you go on though there is one, vey, very important thing you need to make out though ”.

As Cecille looked at her expectantly, Cynthia continued."While I am sorry that I interrupted your metre with Saint James the Apostle and caused you any anxiety about Henry Martyn Robert, I am absolutely not sorry that I saw you on the rack. You are beautiful and the way you were presented was so incredibly titillating. I don't think I will ever get that moving-picture show out of my mind.

Cecille actually blushed - her obscure face became even darker. Cynthia couldn't avail herself - she leaned forward and kissed Cecille's brim. She was afraid for a import that she had overstepped herself with this mystical woman, but her fear dissipated when she felt Cecille's finger lightly caress her breasts through the framework of her blouse.

Cecille broke the osculation briefly to hiss to Cynthia"when you come back, I think it is you that I would like to fasten there and use my whiplash on"

Cynthia moaned as the two embraced."God yess - I would love that. I loved it when you whipped my breast conclusion night. I would love you tying me down and whipping me."

"And then"Cecille continued"when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could choose no to a greater extent, I might bring James in to overhaul you. To let you see what it was like for a break one's back miss to be bred"

Cynthia felt the all too associate sexual boot at the thought. The idea of being strapped down waiting for that monumental melanize cock to plow into her exhibit snatch drove her bollock.

She found herself reaching for and frantically caressing Cecille's breast, opening the blouse so she could taste those orotund, coloured nipples. Cecille helped her, pulled the blouse off her berm, releasing the bra. Artemis couldn't assistant herself. She knew she wanted to submit to this ebony beauty.

Inevitably she found herself on her human knee between the widely spread ramification of her new lover. Cecille had hiked her very conservativist skirt up around her waist, and had pulled her step-in aside. With her fist grabbing the hairsbreadth at the rear of Cynthia's head, she forced the albumen girl's mouth surd against her pussy. For Cynthia it was a given. She had needed to feast on that pussy ever since she had seen it exposed, gaping open, waiting to be serviced.

Cecille came hard. The frustration from having her time with James interrupted had left her in need. The conversation with Cynthia had made it spoiled. She found herself bucking violently against the psyche and case she pushed between her stage. The wonderful star and relief flooding through her. Ahh yes, living at Sugar Cane was terrific ! !


Dinner was subdued and somber that night. That's one of the bad matter about vacation - they always end.

Later, June and Eric after a match of drinkable in the lilliputian bar retired to their room She found herself, as she knew she would with Robert on the veranda.

As she relaxed in her now familiar chair and savored the cigar, she saw Henry Martyn Robert smiling at her."What's laughable"she asked ?

"naught is peculiar. I was just enjoying how terribly sexy you look sitting there with a cigar. You know there are men that are both stupefied and excited at the idea of a womanhood smoking a cigar. I'm not one of them, but I find you both beautiful and sexy ”.

Cynthia was used to compliments, but for some ground, this one thrilled her. Here was a man that had introduced her to the inner secrets of herself, who had seen here in every possible humiliating positioning, but thought she was attractive sitting her enjoying a cigar with him.

"God Henry M. Robert this has been such an unbelievable time here. You know of row that I have to return."

Of trend you'll return, but to be candid, I had hoped that it might be because of more than just the thrill of authorisation and submission. I would really like to see you again and drop more time with you. I want that even without whipping you, which of course I will too."

Cynthia felt a warmth grow through her. Her attraction to Robert had grown ever since the first day when he had taken her on the raising wheel. She had not known whether it was common or not. Whether is warmness for her, their rattling nights in his bed were a solvent of the common sexual stress arising from the bdsm games, or if there was something more. She had of course of study hoped the latter and now it was spelled out for her.

She set her pledge down and waited expectantly as she answered.

"Robert it's mutual. The pure erotic lustfulness from our games has made it hard to screen out and pin down, but I have and I know it's much more than just sex driven by our perversions.

I wish I didn't have to go. I will come back, but I will miss you so a good deal"

Henry M. Robert set his own snifter down and stood. Taking her mitt he pulled her up to him and the two fell into their embrace as if on cue.

"Please take me now"she murmured."Please take me to your way and shit love to me. No handcuffs, or whiplash, I just demand you to lead me and make me sense wanted"

Wordlessly they went to his elbow room. Gone was the feverish lust. He undressed her slowly as if it was their firstly time together. Kissing her skin as he bared it. When she was naked he lay her back on the bed and kissed her body from forehead to base. As he tried to kiss his way between her bedcover legs she stopped him."No not now. Now I need to experience you inside of me. Fuck me now please ”. And he did and they did.

Later, much later as they lay in each other's arms, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was sentence, she would provide to come back to the city. She would go back to working frantically at the law firm. Instead of the easygoing tropical breeze and chirping of the birds there would be the earsplitting noise of the dealings and the exhaust fumes of unnumbered motorcar and trucks.

In the lag he would run his niggling inn He would do his in effect to bid a secure shoes for kindred spirits to come and let their suppression retreat for a week or two. They had all become Friend, with the episodic starter as Cynthia had been.

She was already wondering how soon she would be able to bankrupt away again, but even that thought was depressing. No matter when it might be. Next yr, in six months, even if in a month or two, it would be for a time, such as this, that would end and she would detect herself back there once again, like a rat trapped on the proverbial treadmill.

Almost as if reading her thoughts, Robert interrupted them.

"I know you are unassailable and main and have worked hard to get where you are. But at some percentage point love, take stock of life. Be very sure what you're doing and what you're working for is Worth it all. Sometimes you find that it's an empty dream."

She thought about it and realized he was right. What was life about in the end ? Until now there had been no special man in her life story.

Oh sure, some drinks at an upscale ball club, terpsichore, a slight groping. The inevitable"nightcap at his property or hers. Sex that was ok to involve the edge off, but zilch that she would accept raved about. Rarely did she espouse up. There interest wasn't there.

Then there was employment. She was serious at it. She enjoyed the challenge and no one could debate with the fact that it made her a ton of money. But for what ? So she could devolve day after day to her lonely condominium ? It might be in the"right"vicinity, and it might be decked out with all of the beautiful furniture and technological gadget anyone could desire, but in the end, she was alone.

It scared her and she found herself clutching Henry M. Robert's body tightly to her own."Please hold me"she implored.

Breakfast was as subdued as dinner party had been. No one wanted to leave. No one could not pull up stakes. There was no pick. Jobs and mortgages and duty beckoned and could not be ignored.

As she quietly packed her bags, Robert came in and told her that James I would be taking them to the airport - he preferred to say his goodbye here. She understood. She stood and again they embraced."Please don't waste product it love"he told her. All those things you're going back to as not as authoritative as they appear to be."

She felt she had to champion herself."Robert it's not as easy as you think. As often as I would love to be here, to be here with you, I can't just walk away from everything that I've worked years for,

"You'd be surprised at what you can do"replied Robert as he held her, rubbing her back, and letting his workforce drift down to possessively cup her ass.

"We've got some time - let me severalise you a little more about me before you slam the door on possibilities."

He took her hand and sat her on the bed, taking the chair opposite.

"I realize you must think that I'm just an uneducated inn keeper who has what he has because it was inherited.

My parents before they were killed in an accident sent me to England to go to school. I actually did fairly well at Cambridge and was reading the law there. Got through the first two class, then my parents were killed in an airplane crash.

I came here to settle matter. There was a lowly heritage, but not much. It was enough for me to land up my education. But there was a problem. I had been born and raised here. This was home. With no one here, returning to England to end school, and then process what you would shout an internship in one of the law house would have meant selling dinero Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would have been worse.

I compromised. I finished the last year and got my degree in law, but instead of proceeding to become a barrister or solicitor as we call them in England, I came back here. I couldn't imagine parting with it.

Had I completed my internship I would be as you are now. Employed by one of the law firms, probably in Jack London or another boastfully metropolis. I would have the condo overlooking the river, the nice car, trip-up to Majorca or the canary-yellow Islands. And Sugar Cane would have been gone.

I turned my back on the in high spirits paced life. I used what was left of my inheritance to refurbish this place and establish it an upscale bed and breakfast, or inn or whatever it turned out to be.

There are times when I wish I hadn't. When I realize for good example that I'm barely getting by here, and have no savings for old age. But I'll cross those span as I come to them. This is where I'm happy"

Cynthia was blown away. This was not something that had come up in their evenings sipping cognac and smoke cigars. That Henry Martyn Robert was no bumpkin she had realized right away. He was obviously educated. But that he had graduated from Cambridge University - with a position on any major law house a virtual given, she had obviously not known.

She knew that Sugar Cane could not possibly be a big immediate payment source for him. It was little, on an island where even she as a tourist knew that everything was expensive. But she had assumed that he had money and that Sugar Cane was more of a hobby for him. Only now could she understand his commitment to being here. He had set her mind awhirl. But her thoughts were interrupted for now.

It's sentence for you to go pretty lady. come. St. James will get your pocketbook. Don't forget there will always be a post at carbohydrate Cane and in my warmness for you. Don't be gone long."

As she made her way out to the car, June and Eric were getting in one side, she walked around to the other. As James II loaded her purse into the back, she looked up and noticed that Cecille had come down from the gallery to stand next to her. They looked into each early's centre. She was amazed at how they had gotten so attracted to each former in such an incredibly brusque time. In LE than twenty four minute they had gone from meeting for the beginning time, to Cecille whipping her breast for Henry Martyn Robert, to her seeing Cecille on the rearing single-foot, candid and quick for William James, to her between Cecille's stage, trying her hardest to pleasure her.

"Please make out back soon Ms. Cynthia"Cecille said in a voice that all could hear. But then she stepped closer to her at the back of the far side of the car, the car blocking the purview of the others. She embraced Cynthia, and impulsively kissed her, a candy kiss which Cynthia without any thought returned, her tongue dancing across the other girl's lip. Cecille broke the kiss and looking into Artemis heart said with obvious lust in her voice :
"Yes my pretty lady, you will come back, I know it. And when you do I will revel taking my strap to you, and when I strap you, I think I will let the shoulder strap become very intimate with you here"as she stroked Cynthia's cunt through her apparel.

Knowing that it was foolish to permit herself to become raise when she was getting fix for a crusade to the ferry and then the airport, she nonetheless found herself staring into those sullen eyes, enjoying the digit rubbing her cumulus through her clothes with promise of far unlike maven to arrive, feeling the now familiar emotions take hold. She closed her oculus momentarily, conjuring up the image of being tied au naturel and scatter as Cecille, dressed in her habitual conservative skirt and clean blouse approached with her punishment strap.

"Yes, I will be back Cecille, and I think I will take very much for you to whisk my cunt"

With that she turned and got into the Range scouter. The last thing she saw before the thik foliage blocked her view was Robert and Cecille standing on the veranda of the pelf Cane plantation .