All good and wonderful thing end. So too must kinky and perverse vacations. Not to fear, we 're already scheming to get Artemis back to saccharide Cane, but as always, comments and input are welcome ! ! !


The Sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5

She began to feel regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The whole eve had been a intimate thrill– an excited dynamo as she experienced the rushing of being in ascendancy, of hearing her supporter and buff riot from her soul.

True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant coming during the trend of the evening, but her kitty-cat still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefit to having a good human relationship with the owner of the place after all, when as she wandered out onto the veranda she found Robert. Entirely predictable, he was dressed casually, cognac brandy snifter in one hand and a Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill in the former. He just made her palpate near. She couldn't explain it. Or maybe she was trying to deny her attractiveness to him. For her he exuded a smell 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 gentle cushion, enjoying the pleasant even and the pleasant party. She wondered if Robert could glean that she had designs on him for later. Or that he evoked deeply touch.

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

"My dear honeyed noblewoman"Henry M. Robert began, slowly exhaling and watching the dope 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 delightful monstrosity she had created until it was too late ”.

Cynthia sucked on her cigar, watching the end glowing bright red and smiled."I have had keen instructor over the yesteryear calendar week"she replied.

"But for some reason I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away billet. I have to recount you that was the most acute and erotic thing I have witnessed the unscathed fourth dimension I've been here. I know it hurt more on her clit than on her nipple, but the mental there was so much to a greater extent vivid. Watching her eyes as you ever so slowly brought the end of the cigar to hr mammilla. I can imagine the vivid heating she felt when you hovered I just a half an in away. It was like you could watch over the reverence and panic and starve all build together. Thank you so a great deal for sharing that with me ”.

"June is such a pain loose woman that it takes something along those lines to take her where she needs to be"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 pricey June ululation and screaming her center out."

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

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

Henry Martyn Robert looked at her in the dim Light Within."You are beautiful this night Cynthia. Is there any chance that a demoralise boniface could entice you to percentage his bed ? This has been a special Nox for the three of us - it seems a shame to end it by sleeping alone ”.

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

Just then a improbable slender black womanhood came onto the veranda with a instant 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 hand someone in every way here. She is intimately comrade with our penchant's and preferences. She sometimes assists me, though she is dominant only. She is the most fast and dedicated mortal I've ever encountered."

"Cecille, Cynthia is a brand new convert, though possessed of incredible natural talent and enthusiasm. I'm sure that the two of you will get to sleep with each former. In fact, Cecille, would you be kind enough to go to my way and wreak me a whippet please ?"

turn to Cynthia and her questioning gaze he continued"I am really looking forward to another cigar and some 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 feel 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 spontaneous normal that with a few elision play was confined to the donjon and the inn was kind of a neutral haven.

"What the nether region 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 to the lowest degree a bit of what I gave June."

Just as she finished speaking, Cecille returned carry the iniquity looking Andrew D. White fiberglass rod. She started to hand it to Robert but he shook his chief.

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

Cynthia paled a bit - she had been expecting to suffer 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 and said softly"if brothel keeper would expose her right breast please ”.

It was almost eccentric. Three adults sitting on the veranda, cognac and cigars on the table, insects chirping in the even and here she was, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her right shoulder as Henry M. Robert and this stunningly attractive but severe looking noblewoman watched. .The blouse out of the way she pulled the bra strap off her berm then pushed the bra down. Her right breast, pap 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 cerebrovascular accident if you please Cecille. I would care the beginning on the bottom –you know exactly where it is most tender, followed by a cut across the tit"

"Yes Sir"Cecille replied as she slowly let the whippet playground slide over and across the exposed chest. With no warning she snapped it up from below. The melt off fibreglass snickered into the flesh of Cynthia's breast in good order had the base.

To Cynthia it felt as though her breast had been sliced off. The fiery painfulness shot deep into the brawniness and tissue of the breast itself and began to intensify. But she did not even have time to get a wow past her mouth before Cecille brought the malefic lilliputian wand smashing down from above, bisecting the swollen nipple.

Cynthia could do nothing but clutch pedal her breast and cry. She came off the couch onto her knees on the story, holding and rubbing her abused tit. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the infliction began to slowly ebb, settling down to a cryptic throbbing ache that spread through the whole breast. She got herself up and got back to her chair.

Cynthia noticed that Cecille had departed while she was dealing with the force of the whippet.. She started to dress herself, but when she tried to overstretch the bra over her spite pap it just bruise too much.

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

seance back down, she decided her cigar and some of that wonderful smelling cognac would help her gathering her wits. As she reached for the light, Cecille returned, and taking the lighter and the cigar, proceeded to lightly twiddle the tip of the cigar in the flame."Allow me to do that for you please gentlewoman"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 thinker. Five proceedings ago this beautiful wickedness skinned char had casually asked her to discover her chest - as in the singular form. It emphasized that there was zippo intimate about it for her. The penalization had been designated for one white meat only, so there was no need 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 solidus that had left Artemis on the floor, crying, and now still hurting so badly that she could not bear a bra.

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

Would the disclosure never end ? ?

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

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

"I am not always fortunate enough to cause delightful ladies such as yourself and June to help me when my slavish face rears its head. I had thought in the past tense of inviting a professional dominatrix here from time to time, but frankly, the monetary value was prohibitive and the solvent disappointing.

Cecille has witnessed the goings on here. She has seen me in both roles. One day when we were talking, ina bit of fairness and I mentioned that I wished June would rejoin soon. She surprised me and told me, using that ever so civilised British lilted idiom that they speak here, that there was no need - that she would obligate me whenever I felt the need.

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

"We experimented a bit and unfeigned to her Bible, while she was savage and sadistic during a session if you will, when it was over she was very very much the subservient helper. She is an expert at switching into and out of that role."

"I've asked but she has expressed no involvement in assuming the slavish use in the bdsm realm. She is perfectly well-chosen being my devoted inn manager and my personal help, and, from sentence to sentence, my personal whip fancy woman. And by the way, she is extremely skilled with both the cane and the penalty strap - I can vouch for that, so if you ever find yourself with that strange craving, unique to us wretched degenerate, I think she would be glad to oblige."

June was leaning back in the shock absorber, her breast still throbbing, getting extremely aroused at the mental image of Henry M. Robert strung up naked as that delightfully beautiful woman with her ebony skin, her hair's-breadth pulled into a severe bun, used a heavy leather punishment strap to make him dance and howl. She shared her mental prototype with Robert, who just smiled. She took a last foresightful drag on her cigar and tilted the cognac glass back, savoring the burning mavin 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 ripe to waken up next to Henry Martyn Robert. She closed her optic, remembering the unbelievable sex they had enjoyed. Both had been so highly charged from torturing June, they had practically torn each other's clothes off when they got to the bedroom. It had been one of those magnificent nights - there was cypher More that could be said.

She let her paw slip under the binding, searching for and finding Roberts cock. She gently rubbed it, then felt it begin to shake. Robert woke and took her in his subdivision. If there was a paradise on worldly concern it was here, on this terrific island ! !

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

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

She and Eric joined them, relaxing and enjoying the tropical air. This was their stopping point day, and everyone concurred that it was time to do the touristy thing. Henry Martyn Robert offered them the keys to the range of mountains Rover and they scurried off to gather up matter for a day of touring the island.

Robert turned to her and mentioned that he had to contract the ferry to the larger island - it was mart day. The boat came up from Dominica with produce that was needed for the kitchen. Normally one of the workers would go, but he had some stage business there anyway, so he would take the truck. She was welcome to come.

Artemis thought about it, but upon reflection, decided to spend a quiet day. Robert kissed her and soon she heard the pulse up old truck heading down the malicious gossip trail. Not long after she heard the threshold slam and saw June and Eric heading down the road in the Range scouter. It dawned her that except for what staff remained around, now that most of the guests had gone and the lieu was fairly empty, 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 English of the hatful, the cooling piece of cake made it much more tolerable.

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

Walking the crumbling gemstone wall she realized how large the place was. As she climbed up a rise she had a better horizon and realized that what was now the inn had been only one of several edifice, the rest mostly ruins now, but the old foundations clearly visible. From the side of the hill she could see the roadway, what there was of it, snaking down the position of the mountain. If she looked carefully through the Tree, she could see the belittled town below with the long quay and the ferrying terminal.

She recalled that this, the pocket-size of two islands was approachable only by ferry or boat. There was no airport to speak of. Off in the aloofness she could see the ferry churning its way across the strait - Henry Martyn Robert would be on it. Much later, he would take the same ferrying back after he had finished his business enterprise and loaded the old truck at the market. She found herself already looking forward to it.

She, June and Eric would be leaving too soon tomorrow. She had originally been scheduled to leave a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before, but couldn't bring herself not to extend for the extra days.

God she would overleap this stead. What a Revelation of Saint John the Divine this trip had been. She didn't experience how she would manage things back in the metropolis, but she knew affair would never, ever be the Saame for her again.

wandering around, she found herself, as always - she stopped fooling herself that it was a co-occurrence - back at the striver twenty-five percent. She couldn't not take the air in. So a lot had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to take the air in and wander around the rumpus room as she pondered thing. She made no noise as her tennis place trod soundlessly on the floor. She was fumble away by what she saw when she opened the threshold though.

There on the education wheel was Cecille. Naked and spread in her aureole. She was beautiful. Artemis's eyes were feverishly shifting from Cecille, naked and splayed, to William James standing just behind her, teasing her gaping pussy with his Brobdingnagian melanize cock.

Back to Cecille. Her spot on the single-foot was no LE humiliating and embarrassing than it had been for Cynthia or June. Her wooden leg were spread wide which caused her pussy to yawn open. Artemis noticed how conceited it was from arousal. The outer lips a dark purpleness contrasting to the pink inner folds. Her breasts hanging down below her, the mamilla likewise dark and hard.

cover to James. James was one of the caretakers. Huge - well over six ft and about 240 lbs - that was not beer belly. In his hand was the great, benighted cock Cynthia had ever seen and he was just in the physical process of stroking the header along the very ready and needing snatch of the woman restrained in the upbringing rack.

When he turned suddenly and saw Cynthia there, she realized that had unintentionally intruded upon a very private moment. James River jumped back, apologizing, Cecille gasped her"Oh No"but could not be active. As James tried to clothe himself Artemis realized what she had done and with a promptly"I'm so sorry"beat a hasty retirement - 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 elbow room as the sun climbed in the sky, then realized she could not shroud there forever.

She also realized that it had been hot ! She had observed James IV around the inn. His muscles 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 intellect wandering to what she had seen. The sight was mighty out of the history of this post. The sandbag black slave char tightly strapped in spot so that she could be bred by the studhorse of her 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 lovers, enjoying what they thought was some privacy, only slightly warped her phantasy. It was still awfully hot ! !

She left her room, wandering out to the gallery, wondering what she would say to Cecille. Lost in her cerebration, looking out over the bloom garden she almost did not listen Cecille abuse out to link up her.

She turned and saw tears in the melanize womanhood's center. She couldn't help herself - she went to her and hugged her telling her how lamentable she was."Cecille please forgive me. I had no mind anyone was there - I was just wandering around. I would never, never intrude on you"!

"It's ok Ms. Cynthia - I know that you meant no trauma. It's just that I am so embarrassed, so ashamed that you saw me like that, on that affair ”. Please, please don't tell Mr. Robert"

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

Cecille had returned the hug, and the two women settled on the couch."It is not that Ms. Cynthia. Mr. Henry M. Robert is a good man. We are all happy to work here. It is much, much thick. It has to do I call back with my own ogre and the history of this stead. I was fortunate enough to go to school. I could be a instructor if I chose, but I prefer it here, helping Mr. Robert and taking care of this place."

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

"getting off the island and going to school showed me the world out and it also taught me the history of this shoes and the heritage of my masses. Coming back here I am happy, but here, in this place, where my ancestors were once slaves, it is very much a bleak and white return. For all I know my great grannie or grandfather could very well birth 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 attractor at the same metre. The idea of a proud, independent cleaning lady being strapped to that thing and being exposed, bred like an creature is disgusting, degrading and demeaning in every way. At the Same time it is titillating and exciting and draws us with a force that we can't resist. But just think, for me the not bad, great grandchild of slaves that were bred on it, it is an even uncollectible contradiction."

"I loathe it and I crave it. But because my ancestors were the hard worker, and Mr. Henry M. Robert's ascendent were the owners, I could never bear to have him know that. It is a buck private thing. Can you understand ?"

Artemis found her own optic moistening as she realized the contradictions running through this woman.. Cecille needed very much to be the hard professional adult female for Henry M. Robert, showing him that she could take guardianship and run this place despite her ancestry. At the same meter, she could no more competitiveness her own pauperization than could Cynthia.

"Is that why Robert mentioned that you showed no pursuit in submitting ?"Cynthia 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, strange but wonderful things start happening. I just could never let Mr. Robert see that."

"Cecille I think you are underestimating Robert. I think you would retrieve him incredibly supportive. In this strange lifestyle we go down a lot of different route. You and Henry Martyn Robert are a skilful deterrent example. He has told me that one of the avail you provide is to give him corporal penalisation when required. Obviously you have seen him naked and tied, You've heard him pant and cry out. Do you do it and respect him any less afterward ?"

"And just stopping point night you watched as I exposed my breast to you, watched as I lay back in the chairman for you to lather it. You watched and discover me yell out. Do you cerebrate less of me for it ?"

Cecille had to ponder that for a while and finally admit that no, she always regarded Robert as the irrefutable master of the topographic point. Everyone recognized that. And she had known what went on when Robert and Cynthia went to the game room. There was no shame and she certainly understood - perhaps even envied Cynthia a bit.


"But it is your decisiveness Cecille"Cynthia continued. I will not say anything to Henry Martyn Robert, though if I know Henry Martyn Robert, I suspect he already knows or at least has an inkling. I will leave that to you."

Cecille smiled for the first time and started to thank her but Cynthia put her digit to the dark smasher's lips."Before you go on though there is one, vey, very important thing you need to acknowledge though ”.

As Cecille looked at her expectantly, Cynthia continued."While I am no-account that I interrupted your fourth dimension with James and caused you any anxiety about Robert, I am absolutely not sorry that I saw you on the single-foot. You are beautiful and the way you were presented was so incredibly titillating. I don't think I will ever get that delineation out of my mind.

Cecille actually blushed - her morose face became even darker. Artemis couldn't assistance herself - she leaned forward and kissed Cecille's lips. She was afraid for a present moment that she had overstepped herself with this mysterious womanhood, but her care dissipated when she felt Cecille's fingers lightly caress her breasts through the cloth of her blouse.

Cecille broke the kiss briefly to hiss to Cynthia"when you come back, I think it is you that I would care to secure there and use my lash on"

Artemis moaned as the two embraced."God yess - I would screw that. I loved it when you whipped my breast final stage night. I would screw you tying me down and whipping me."

"And then"Cecille continued"when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could take no more, I might bring James in to servicing you. To let you see what it was like for a knuckle down missy to be bred"

Cynthia felt the all too familiar spirit sexual spate at the thought. The theme of being strapped down waiting for that monolithic inglorious pecker to treat into her exposed pussy drove her nuts.

She found herself reaching for and frantically caressing Cecille's breast, opening the blouse so she could savor those magnanimous, dark nipples. Cecille helped her, pulled the blouse off her shoulder joint, releasing the bra. Artemis couldn't help herself. She knew she wanted to submit to this jet black beauty.

Inevitably she found herself on her articulatio genus between the widely spread legs of her new lover. Cecille had hiked her very conservative skirt up around her waist, and had pulled her panties aside. With her fist grabbing the tomentum at the back of Cynthia's principal, she forced the white girl's mouth grueling against her kitty-cat. For Cynthia it was a given. She had needed to feast on that pussycat ever since she had seen it exposed, gaping open, waiting to be serviced.

Cecille came hard. The frustration from having her time with Saint James the Apostle interrupted had left her in want. The conversation with Cynthia had made it worse. She found herself bucking violently against the head and fount she pushed between her legs. The rattling virtuoso and relief flooding through her. Ahh yes, sprightliness at dough Cane was wonderful ! !


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

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

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

"Nothing is mirthful. I was just enjoying how terribly sexy you look sitting there with a cigar. You know there are men that are both flabbergasted and excited at the idea of a woman smoking a cigar. I'm not one of them, but I find you both beautiful and aphrodisiacal ”.

Cynthia was used to compliments, but for some reason, this one thrilled her. Here was a man that had introduced her to the inside arcanum of herself, who had seen here in every potential humiliating position, but thought she was attractive sitting her enjoying a cigar with him.

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

Of course you'll return, but to be free-spoken, I had hoped that it might be because of more than just the frisson of potency and submission. I would really wish to see you again and spend more sentence with you. I want that even without whipping you, which of course of instruction I will too."

Cynthia felt a affectionateness grow through her. Her attractiveness to Robert had grown ever since the number 1 day when he had taken her on the education wheel. She had not known whether it was mutual or not. Whether is affectionateness for her, their marvelous night in his bed were a result of the mutual sexual tenseness arising from the bdsm secret plan, or if there was something more. She had of class hoped the latter and now it was spelled out for her.

She set her drink in down and waited expectantly as she answered.

"Henry Martyn Robert it's common. The utter erotic lust from our biz has made it difficult to sort out and pin down, but I have and I know it's much Sir Thomas More than just sex driven by our perversions.

I wish I didn't have to go. I will occur back, but I will miss you so much"

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

"Please ingest me now"she murmured."Please take me to your room and relieve oneself dearest to me. No handcuffs, or party whip, I just necessitate you to withdraw me and make me experience wanted"

Wordlessly they went to his elbow room. Gone was the febrile lust. He undressed her slowly as if it was their initiatory fourth dimension together. Kissing her peel as he bared it. When she was naked he lay her back on the bed and kissed her body from os frontale to metrical foot. As he tried to kiss his way between her bed cover legs she stopped him."No not now. Now I need to feel you inside of me. Fuck me now please ”. And he did and they did.

Later, much later as they lay in each early's weapon system, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was fourth dimension, she would result to revert to the city. She would go back to working frantically at the law business firm. Instead of the soft tropic snap and chirping of the hoot there would be the deafening racket of the traffic and the exhaust fumes of myriad cars and trucks.

In the meantime he would run his niggling inn He would do his best to propose a safe lieu for kindred spirits to come and let their inhibitions retreat for a hebdomad or two. They had all become champion, with the occasional neophyte as Cynthia had been.

She was already wondering how soon she would be able to break up away again, but even that thought was depressing. No affair when it might be. next year, 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 happen herself back there once again, like a rat trapped on the proverbial treadmill.

Almost as if reading her idea, Robert interrupted them.

"I know you are strong and freelancer and have worked surd to get where you are. But at some decimal point love, take strain 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 lifetime about in the end ? Until now there had been no limited man in her life.

Oh sure, some boozing at an upscale social club, dancing, a slight groping. The inevitable"nightcap at his place or hers. Sex that was ok to take the edge off, but nothing that she would get raved about. Rarely did she follow up. There interest wasn't there.

Then there was oeuvre. She was practiced at it. She enjoyed the challenge and no one could indicate with the fact that it made her a ton of money. But for what ? So she could return day after day to her lonely condo ? It might be in the"right"region, and it might be decked out with all of the beautiful furniture and technological widget anyone could want, but in the end, she was alone.

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

Breakfast was as subdued as dinner had been. No one wanted to leave. No one could not leave behind. There was no choice. line and mortgages and duty beckoned and could not be ignored.

As she quietly packed her traveling bag, Robert came in and told her that James would be taking them to the airport - he preferred to say his auf wiedersehen here. She understood. She stood and again they embraced."Please don't waste 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 defend herself."Robert it's not as easy as you think. As much as I would bed to be here, to be here with you, I can't just take the air 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 helping hand drift down to possessively cup her ass.

"We've got some time - let me tell 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 death 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 schooltime. I actually did fairly well at Cambridge University and was reading the law there. Got through the 1st two year, then my parents were killed in an aeroplane crash.

I came here to settle personal matters. There was a pocket-size inheritance, but not much. It was enough for me to finish my Education Department. But there was a problem. I had been born and raised here. This was home. With no one here, returning to England to finish school, and then attend to what you would scream an internship in one of the law business firm would have meant selling saccharide Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would have been worse.

I compromised. I finished the live on 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 London or another big city. I would experience the condominium overlooking the river, the nice car, head trip to Majorca or the canary bird Islands. And dinero Cane would have been gone.

I turned my back on the richly step lifetime. I used what was left of my inheritance to refurbish this place and make 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 example that I'm barely getting by here, and have no saving for old age. But I'll mark those bridges 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 even sipping cognac and smoke cigars. That Robert was no bumpkin she had realized right away. He was obviously educated. But that he had graduated from Cambridge University - with a place on any major law business firm a virtual given, she had obviously not known.

She knew that Sugar Cane could not possibly be a big cash source for him. It was minor, on an island where even she as a holidaymaker knew that everything was expensive. But she had assumed that he had money and that Sugar Cane was more than of a sideline for him. Only now could she empathize his loyalty 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 bags. Don't forget there will always be a place at Sugar Cane and in my heart for you. Don't be gone long."

As she made her way out to the car, June and Eric were getting in one English, she walked around to the other. As James loaded her bags into the back, she looked up and noticed that Cecille had come down from the veranda to stand up next to her. They looked into each former's eyes. She was amazed at how they had gotten so attracted to each other in such an incredibly short time. In lupus erythematosus than twenty four hour they had gone from meeting for the first time, to Cecille whipping her breast for Robert, to her seeing Cecille on the procreation rack, open and make for James, to her between Cecille's legs, trying her hardest to pleasure her.

"Please hail back soon Ms. Cynthia"Cecille said in a vox that all could hear. But then she stepped closer to her at the back of the far English of the car, the car blocking the horizon of the others. She embraced Cynthia, and impulsively kissed her, a kiss which Cynthia without any thought returned, her knife terpsichore across the other girl's lips. Cecille broke the kiss and looking into Cynthia eyes said with obvious lecherousness in her part :
"Yes my pretty lady, you will come back, I know it. And when you do I will enjoy taking my shoulder strap to you, and when I strap you, I think I will let the strap turn very adumbrate with you here"as she stroked Cynthia's pussy through her dress.

Knowing that it was foolish to leave herself to get awake when she was getting ready for a driveway to the ferryboat and then the aerodrome, she nonetheless found herself staring into those sullen eye, enjoying the fingers rubbing her heap through her clothes with promise of far different sensations to descend, feeling the now familiar emotions take hold. She closed her eyes momentarily, conjuring up the epitome of being tied raw and facing pages as Cecille, dressed in her customary Conservative annulus and whiteness blouse approached with her punishment strap.

"Yes, I will be back Cecille, and I think I will need very practically for you to scald my cunt"

With that she turned and got into the Range wanderer. The final stage thing she saw before the thik foliage blocked her view was Henry M. Robert and Cecille standing on the veranda of the Sugar Cane Plantation .