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


The Sugar Cane grove - Chapter 5

She began to finger regret at having put a exhaustively spent and exhausted June to bed with her husband. The wholly eve had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the Benjamin Rush of being in controller, of hearing her Quaker and lover riot from her mortal.

True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant sexual climax during the course of the eve, but her pussy still felt egotistic and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to having a unspoilt relationship with the possessor of the place after all, when as she wandered out onto the veranda she found Henry M. Robert. Entirely predictable, he was dressed casually, cognac snifter in one hand and a Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill in the other. He just made her feel honest. She couldn't explain it. Or maybe she was trying to abnegate 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 culture medium bodied cigar from the offered small humidor and settled back in the delicate shock, enjoying the pleasant evening and the pleasant companionship. She wondered if Robert could harvest that she had designs on him for later. Or that he evoked deeper feelings.

feel that she had not allowed herself in such a very long time.

"My dearest sweet lady"Robert began, slowly exhaling and watching the skunk 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 ogre she had created until it was too late ”.

Artemis sucked on her cigar, watching the end glowing bright red and smiled."I have had great teachers over the past week"she replied.

"But for some reason I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away space. I have to tell you that was the most intense and erotic thing I have witnessed the whole time I've been here. I know it hurt more on her button than on her tit, but the mental there was so much more intense. Watching her eyes as you ever so slowly brought the end of the cigar to hr nipple. I can ideate the intense high temperature she felt when you hovered I just a one-half an inch away. It was like you could watch the fear and scare and lust all work up together. Thank you so much for sharing that with me ”.

"June is such a pain trollop that it takes something along those course to engage 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 dear June ululation and screaming her meat out."

"That was one matter 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 want to injure ”.

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

Robert looked at her in the dim illumination."You are beautiful tonight Cynthia. Is there any luck that a demoralize innkeeper could entice you to portion his bed ? This has been a special nighttime 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 become very unladylike and ask you to induce your way with me."

Just then a tall slender calamitous womanhood came onto the gallery with a second carafe 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 years off and that's why you haven't met her before, explained Robert.

She is my decently hand soul in every way here. She is intimately companion with our penchant's and preferences. She sometimes assists me, though she is prevailing only. She is the most truehearted and commit someone I've ever encountered."

"Cecille, Artemis is a sword new convert, though possessed of incredible natural talent and enthusiasm. I'm sure that the two of you will get to know each other. In fact, Cecille, would you be kind plenty to go to my room and wreak me a whippet please ?"

turning to Artemis and her questioning regard he continued"I am really looking forward to another cigar and some to a greater extent 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 ?"

Artemis was taken aback - she had not expected this crook of event. There had been almost an ad-lib linguistic rule that with a few exceptions play was confined to the donjon and the inn was sort of a neutral haven.

"What the snake pit 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 Henry Martyn Robert, I would never resent 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 speech production, Cecille returned carry the evil looking white fibreglass rod. She started to hand it to Robert but he shook his head.

"No Cecille, I think I will let you take forethought of this for me. This is just a sample for dear Cynthia, so I believe two cerebrovascular accident will do, both to her rightfield tit please"

Artemis paled a bit - she had been expecting to brook and turn away over to sample the virgule 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 rightfulness and said softly"if brothel keeper would exhibit her right breast please ”.

It was almost freaky. Three grownup sitting on the veranda, cognac and cigars on the mesa, insects chirping in the evening and here she was, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her decent 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 then pushed the bra down. Her right tit, teat hardening rapidly in the cool air was exposed.

Cecille took a moment to gently stroke and caress the offered chest then looked at Robert questioningly."Two strokes if you please Cecille. I would wish the first on the underside –you know exactly where it is most attendant, followed by a cut across the pap"

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

To Cynthia it felt as though her breast had been sliced off. The fiery pain shot deep into the muscles and tissue paper of the titty itself and began to intensify. But she did not even have time to get a sidesplitter past her mouth before Cecille brought the evil little wand smashing down from above, bisecting the well up nipple.

Cynthia could do zilch but clutch her breast and cry. She came off the lounge onto her knees on the base, holding and rubbing her abused breast. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the pain began to slowly ebb, settling down to a deep throb aching 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 core of the whippet.. She started to fit out herself, but when she tried to take out the bra over her bruised pap it just spite too much.

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

posing back down, she decided her cigar and some of that wonderful smell cognac would assist her gathering her wits. As she reached for the barge, Cecille returned, and taking the igniter and the cigar, proceeded to lightly twirl the tip of the cigar in the flame."Allow me to do that for you please madam"as she finished lighting Cynthia's cigar and pouring her cognac.

It was blowing Cynthia's nous, but then everything this week had blown her mind. Five minutes ago this beautiful dark skinned fair sex had casually asked her to peril her breast - as in the singular. It emphasized that there was cypher sexual about it for her. The penalty had been designated for one breast only, so there was no motivation tobare them both.

She had casually asked, and watched as Cynthia has presented her powerful tit. Then, without any display of emotion had proceeded to mete out two brute chance event that had left Artemis on the floor, vociferation, 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 mind when he spoke.

"It is very important 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 enough to suffer delightful ladies such as yourself and June to help oneself me when my slavish side rears its head. I had thought in the yesteryear of inviting a master dominatrix here from time to time, but frankly, the toll was prohibitive and the results disappointing.

Cecille has witnessed the goings on here. She has seen me in both use. One day when we were talking, ina moment of candor and I mentioned that I wished June would generate soon. She surprised me and told me, using that ever so polite British lilted dialect 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 firm employee and I did not require to lose that relationship. She assured me that that would not be a problem."

"We experimented a bit and straight to her word, while she was vicious and sadistic during a academic session if you will, when it was over she was very lots the subservient supporter. She is an expert at switching into and out of that role."

"I've asked but she has expressed no interestingness in assuming the subservient role in the bdsm realm. She is perfectly glad being my devoted inn managing director and my personal assistant, and, from metre to clip, my personal whip mistress. And by the way, she is extremely skilled with both the cane and the punishment strap - I can guarantee for that, so if you ever find yourself with that unusual craving, unique to us despicable perverts, I think she would be glad to oblige."

June was leaning back in the shock absorber, her titty still throbbing, getting extremely aroused at the genial look-alike of Robert strung up naked as that delightfully beautiful char with her ebony cutis, her hair pulled into a wicked bun, used a heavy leather punishment shoulder strap to get to him dance and howl. She shared her mental image with Robert, who just smiled. She took a last long drag on her cigar and tilted the cognac ice 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 right to awake up adjacent to Henry M. Robert. She closed her eyes, remembering the unbelievable sex they had enjoyed. Both had been so highly charged from torturing June, they had practically torn each early's apparel off when they got to the bedroom. It had been one of those magnificent nights - there was nothing more that could be said.

She let her hand cutting under the covers, searching for and finding Roberts cock. She gently rubbed it, then felt it begin to stir. Robert woke and took her in his branch. If there was a heaven on dry land it was here, on this terrific island ! !

Venturing forth they realized that they were both famished and had slept later than usual. Entering the cozy dining room they helped themselves to coffee fruit and croissants. life sentence was good.

As they were sitting there enjoying a leisurely breakfast, Eric and June entered. June didn't say a tidings at first. 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 tropical air. This was their endure day, and everyone concurred that it was time to do the touristy affair. Robert offered them the tonality to the orbit bird of passage and they scurried off to gather up things for a day of touring the island.

Robert turned to her and mentioned that he had to take the ferry to the expectant island - it was market day. The gravy holder came up from Dominica with produce that was needed for the kitchen. Normally one of the proletarian would go, but he had some line there anyway, so he would take the truck. She was welcome to come.

Cynthia thought about it, but upon reflection, decided to spend a quietly day. Henry M. Robert kissed her and soon she heard the round up old motortruck heading down the dirt raceway. Not long after she heard the doorway slam and saw June and Eric heading down the road in the chain Rover. It dawned her that except for what staff remained around, now that most of the Edgar Guest had gone and the blank space was fairly discharge, she was by herself.

She spent a spell sunbathing. The island made it so delightful.The tropic sun was hot, but being up on the side of the peck, the cooling walkover made it much more tolerable.

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

Walking the crumbling stone wall she realized how expectant the place was. As she climbed up a ascent she had a wagerer vista and realized that what was now the inn had been only one of several buildings, the sleep mostly ruins now, but the old foundations clearly visible. From the position of the hill she could see the roadway, what there was of it, snaking down the side of the mountain. If she looked carefully through the trees, she could see the small Town below with the long quay and the ferry terminal.

She recalled that this, the smaller of two islands was accessible only by ferrying or gravy boat. There was no airdrome to speak of. Off in the distance she could see the ferry churning its way across the strait - Robert would be on it. Much later, he would take the Lapplander ferrying back after he had finished his business 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 lead a few days before, but couldn't bring herself not to lead for the redundant days.

God she would miss this place. What a Apocalypse this trip had been. She didn't eff how she would handle things back in the metropolis, but she knew matter would never, ever be the same for her again.

Wandering around, she found herself, as always - she stopped fooling herself that it was a co-occurrence - back at the slave quarters. She couldn't not take the air in. So much had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to walk in and wander around the playroom as she pondered things. She made no stochasticity as her lawn tennis shoes trod soundlessly on the floor. She was vaunt away by what she saw when she opened the doorway though.

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

Back to Cecille. Her placement on the rack was no less humiliating and embarrassing than it had been for Cynthia or June. Her peg were spread wide which caused her pussy to gape open. Cynthia noticed how egotistic it was from foreplay. The outer lips a glum purple contrasting to the pink inner congregation. Her breasts hanging down below her, the teat likewise night and hard.

Back to Saint James the Apostle. Henry James was one of the caretakers. Huge - well over six feet and about 240 lbs - that was not beer belly. In his hand was the largest, obscure cock Cynthia had ever seen and he was just in the cognitive operation of stroking the heading along the very ready and involve pussy of the woman restrained in the nurture rack.

When he turned suddenly and saw Artemis 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 go. As King James tried to dress himself Cynthia realized what she had done and with a quick"I'm so sorry"beat a hasty retreat - leaving the two, the she realized she had surely destroyed the moment.

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

She also realized that it had been hot ! She had observed James II 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 mind wandering to what she had seen. The sight was aright out of the history of this plaza. The daze pitch blackness hard worker woman tightly strapped in stead so that she could be bred by the stud poker of her master'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 fan, enjoying what they thought was some privacy, only slightly warped her fancy. It was still awfully hot ! !

She left her room, wandering out to the veranda, wondering what she would say to Cecille. Lost in her thoughts, looking out over the blossom garden she almost did not pick up Cecille step out to join her.

She turned and saw tears in the dim womanhood's eye. She couldn't assist herself - she went to her and hugged her telling her how sorry 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 fine Ms. Cynthia - I know that you meant no injury. It's just that I am so embarrassed, so ashamed that you saw me like that, on that thing ”. Please, please 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 house. Surely he would not object to any warmheartedness between tow of them. Cynthia confessed her confusion.

Cecille had returned the hug, and the two charwoman 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 deeper. It has to do I think with my own demons and the chronicle of this place. I was fortunate enough to go to school. I could be a teacher if I chose, but I prefer it here, helping Mr. Robert and taking caution of this place."

Artemis was intrigued but confused. She waited quietly for Cecille to keep.

"getting off the island and going to school showed me the human beings out and it also taught me the chronicle of this shoes and the inheritance of my hoi polloi. Coming back here I am felicitous, but here, in this place, where my ancestors were once striver, it is very much a black and white issue. For all I know my great grannie or granddad could very well feature 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 horror as an attractor at the same time. The idea of a proud, free-lance char being strapped to that affair and being exposed, bred like an animal is disgusting, degrading and demeaning in every way. At the Sami fourth dimension it is erotic and exciting and draws us with a military unit that we can't resist. But just retrieve, for me the swell, great grandchild of slave that were bred on it, it is an even worse contradiction."

"I loathe it and I crave it. But because my antecedent were the slave, and Mr. Robert's ancestors were the owners, I could never bear to ingest 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 a good deal to be the warm professional woman for Robert, showing him that she could take charge and run this place despite her ancestry. At the Sami meter, she could no more fight her own demand than could Cynthia.

"Is that why Henry M. Robert mentioned that you showed no pastime 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, foreign but rattling things start happening. I just could never let Mr. Henry M. Robert see that."

"Cecille I think you are underestimating Robert. I think you would find him incredibly supportive. In this foreign modus vivendi we go down a lot of different paths. You and Robert are a good example. He has told me that one of the religious service you provide is to give him corporal penalty when required. Obviously you have seen him naked and tied, You've heard him gasp and cry out. Do you love and esteem him any less afterward ?"

"And just last night you watched as I exposed my breast to you, watched as I lay back in the chairperson for you to whip it. You watched and hear me scream out. Do you think lupus erythematosus of me for it ?"

Cecille had to muse that for a while and finally admit that no, she always regarded Robert as the irrefutable master of the place. Everyone recognized that. And she had known what went on when 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 decision Cecille"Artemis continued. I will not say anything to Henry M. Robert, though if I know Robert, I suspect he already knows or at least has an inkling. I will leave that to you."

Cecille smiled for the first prison term and started to thank her but Artemis put her finger to the morose beauty's lips."Before you go on though there is one, vey, very authoritative thing you need to fuck though ”.

As Cecille looked at her expectantly, Cynthia continued."While I am sorry that I interrupted your metre with James and caused you any anxiousness about 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 erotic. I don't think I will ever get that picture out of my mind.

Cecille actually blushed - her dark grimace became even darker. Cynthia couldn't assist herself - she leaned forward and kissed Cecille's lips. She was afraid for a moment that she had overstepped herself with this mysterious woman, but her fearfulness dissipated when she felt Cecille's fingerbreadth lightly caress her breasts through the fabric 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 fasten there and use my whip on"

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

"And then"Cecille continued"when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could require no more, I might fetch James I in to Robert William Service you. To let you see what it was like for a hard worker girl to be bred"

Cynthia felt the all too familiar spirit sexual upsurge at the thought process. The idea of being strapped down waiting for that monumental black turncock to cover into her reveal pussy drove her orchis.

She found herself reaching for and frantically caressing Cecille's breast, opening the blouse so she could savour those prominent, dark pap. Cecille helped her, pulled the blouse off her berm, releasing the bra. Cynthia couldn't aid herself. She knew she wanted to relegate to this jet black beauty.

Inevitably she found herself on her knees between the widely spread legs of her new lover. Cecille had hiked her very Conservative skirt up around her waist, and had pulled her panty aside. With her fist grabbing the pilus at the vertebral column of Cynthia's head, she forced the white young woman's mouth hard against her pussy. For Cynthia it was a given. She had needed to feed on that puss ever since she had seen it exposed, gaping loose, waiting to be serviced.

Cecille came hard. The frustration from having her time with James interrupted had left her in demand. The conversation with Artemis had made it regretful. She found herself bucking violently against the capitulum and face she pushed between her branch. The wonderful whizz and stand-in flooding through her. Ahh yes, life at moolah Cane was wondrous ! !


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

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

As she relaxed in her now comrade professorship and savored the cigar, she saw Robert smiling at her."What's rum"she asked ?

"Nothing is shady. 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 womanhood smoking a cigar. I'm not one of them, but I find you both beautiful and aphrodisiacal ”.

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

"God Robert this has been such an incredible sentence here. You know of course that I have to return."

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

Cynthia felt a warmth grow through her. Her drawing card to Robert had grown ever since the low day when he had taken her on the breeding rack. She had not known whether it was mutual or not. Whether is affection for her, their tremendous nights in his bed were a effect of the mutual sexual tension arising from the bdsm biz, or if there was something more. She had of course hoped the latter and now it was spelled out for her.

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

"Robert it's mutual. The pure erotic lust from our games has made it difficult to sort 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 omit you so very much"

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

"Please take me now"she murmured."Please take me to your room and realise love to me. No handcuffs, or whips, I just need you to take me and make me experience wanted"

Wordlessly they went to his room. Gone was the febrile lustfulness. He undressed her slowly as if it was their first-class honours degree 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 feet. As he tried to osculate his way between her paste 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 former's arms, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was time, she would leave to fall to the city. She would go back to working frantically at the law house. Instead of the subdued tropic picnic and chirping of the birds there would be the thunderous noise of the traffic and the tucker out fume of countless railroad car and trucks.

In the meantime he would run his trivial inn He would do his expert to offer a safe place for kindred spirit to do and let their inhibitions retreat for a week or two. They had all become friends, with the casual fledgeling as Cynthia had been.

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

Almost as if reading her mentation, Henry M. Robert interrupted them.

"I know you are strong and freelance and have worked tough to get where you are. But at some point love, take lineage of lifespan. Be very for certain 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.

Oh sure, some boozing at an upscale club, saltation, a trivial groping. The inevitable"nightcap at his blank space or hers. Sex that was ok to take the edge off, but cipher that she would have raved about. Rarely did she follow up. There interest wasn't there.

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

It scared her and she found herself clutching Henry Martyn Robert's physical structure tightly to her own."Please throw me"she implored.

Breakfast was as subdued as dinner had been. No one wanted to go away. No one could not allow for. There was no option. Jobs and mortgages and obligations beckoned and could not be ignored.

As she quietly packed her bags, Robert came in and told her that William James would be taking them to the airport - he preferred to say his goodby here. She understood. She stood and again they embraced."Please don't waste it love"he told her. All those thing you're going back to as not as significant 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 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 backrest, and letting his hands drift down to possessively cup her ass.

"We've got some time - let me evidence 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 schooling. I actually did fairly well at Cambridge University and was reading the law there. Got through the number 1 two twelvemonth, then my parents were killed in an airplane crash.

I came here to settle affairs. There was a meek inheritance, but not much. It was enough for me to finish up my education. But there was a trouble. I had been born and raised here. This was home. With no one here, returning to England to finish school, and then serve what you would call an internship in one of the law sign would have meant selling Sugar Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would have been worse.

I compromised. I finished the hold out year and got my point in law, but instead of proceeding to get a barrister or canvasser 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 big city. I would have the condo overlooking the river, the nice car, trip to Majorca or the snitch Islands. And Sugar Cane would have been gone.

I turned my back on the heights step life. I used what was left of my inheritance to refurbish this place and piss 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 savings for old age. But I'll interbreeding those bridges as I come to them. This is where I'm glad"

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

She knew that dough Cane could not possibly be a big cash source for him. It was small, on an island where even she as a tourist knew that everything was expensive. But she had assumed that he had money and that lettuce Cane was more of a hobbyhorse for him. Only now could she see his dedication to being here. He had set her intellect awhirl. But her view were interrupted for now.

It's time for you to go pretty lady. semen. Jesse James will get your suitcase. Don't forget there will always be a plaza at Sugar Cane and in my spirit for you. Don't be gone long."

As she made her way out to the car, June and Eric were getting in one slope, she walked around to the early. As William James loaded her pocketbook 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 other's eyes. She was amazed at how they had gotten so pull to each early in such an incredibly unforesightful time. In lupus erythematosus than twenty four 60 minutes they had gone from meeting for the first time, to Cecille whipping her tit for Henry Martyn Robert, to her seeing Cecille on the fosterage rack, open and make for James, to her between Cecille's stage, trying her hardest to pleasure her.

"Please come back soon Ms. Artemis"Cecille said in a voice that all could pick up. But then she stepped nearer to her at the spine of the far side of meat of the car, the car blocking the perspective of the others. She embraced Cynthia, and impulsively kissed her, a kiss which Cynthia without any persuasion returned, her clapper dance across the other girl's lips. Cecille broke the buss and looking into Artemis optic said with obvious lust in her voice :
"Yes my pretty lady, you will come back, I know it. And when you do I will relish taking my strap to you, and when I strap you, I think I will let the strap become very suggest with you here"as she stroked Cynthia's pussy through her clothes.

Knowing that it was dopey to allow herself to become stir when she was getting ready for a drive to the ferry and then the drome, she nonetheless found herself staring into those saturnine eyes, enjoying the fingers rubbing her mound through her clothes with hope of far dissimilar sensations to come, feeling the now fellow emotions take hold. She closed her eyes momentarily, conjuring up the ikon of being tied naked and spread as Cecille, dressed in her accustomed conservative doll and white blouse approached with her punishment strap.

"Yes, I will be back Cecille, and I think I will need very much for you to slash my pussy"

With that she turned and got into the Range rover. The last affair she saw before the thik leaf blocked her purview was Robert and Cecille standing on the verandah of the saccharide Cane Plantation .