All in force and wonderful affair end. So too must kinky and perverse vacation. Not to reverence, we're already scheming to get Cynthia back to Sugar Cane, but as always, comments and input are welcome ! ! !


The sugar Cane Plantation - Chapter 5

She began to finger regret at having put a thoroughly spent and exhausted June to bed with her married man. The whole evening had been a sexual thrill & ndash ; an excited dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in ascendency, of hearing her friend and lover scream from her soul.

True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant sexual climax during the course of the eventide, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some benefits to having a near relationship with the possessor of the shoes after all, when as she wandered out onto the veranda she found Robert. Entirely predictable, he was dressed casually, cognac snifter in one hand and a Churchill in the former. He just made her finger good. She couldn’t explain it. Or maybe she was trying to deny her attractive force to him. For her he exuded a tactile sensation that all was well, all as was as it should be.

He smiled when he saw her and their rite solidified, poured her a meth of cognac without asking. She selected a medium bodied cigar from the offered small humidor and settled back in the gentle cushions, enjoying the pleasant even and the pleasant company. She wondered if Robert could glean that she had blueprint on him for later. Or that he evoked abstruse flavour.

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

“ My dear sweet dame ” Robert began, slowly exhaling and watching the weed waft up to the roof. “ I have to say that you have left me quite impressed. I am thinking that perhaps June had not realized what a delightful monster she had created until it was too late ”.

Cynthia sucked on her cigar, watching the end glowing vivid red and smiled. “ I have had great teacher over the past times week ” she replied.

“ But for some reasonableness I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away position. I have to tell you that was the most acute and erotic thing I have witnessed the completely prison term I’ve been here. I know it hurt more on her clit than on her tit, but the mental there was so much Thomas More acute. Watching her eyes as you ever so slowly brought the end of the cigar to hr mammilla. I can think the acute heat she felt when you hovered I just a one-half an column inch away. It was like you could watch the fear and scare and starve all build together. Thank you so often for sharing that with me ”.

“ June is such a pain slut that it takes something along those lines to rent 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 & ndash ; that had our dear June ululation 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 counselling. I obviously don’t heed hurting her, but would never want to spite ”.

Henry M. Robert looked up in surprise. “ June didn’t let you sample the whippet ? An oversight I’m sure on her portion & ndash ; it is terribly intense. We’ll wee-wee sure as shooting in the future that you get to sample every item that you use on others & ndash ; it makes you so much Sir Thomas More effective.

Robert looked at her in the dim light. “ You are beautiful tonight Cynthia. Is there any chance that a dissipated innkeeper could lure you to share his bed ? This has been a limited dark for the three of us & ndash ; it seems a shame to end it by sleeping alone ”.

“ Thank God ” Cynthia smiled. “ I was beginning to recall that I was going to take to go very unladylike and ask you to consume your way with me. ”

Just then a magniloquent slender black charwoman came onto the veranda with a minute decanter of cognac. “ This is Cecille, Cynthia. Cecille meet Cynthia ”.

Cynthia and Cecille shook paw lightly sizing each other up.

“ Cecille has been taking a few mean solar day off and that’s why you haven’t met her before, explained Robert.

She is my aright hand individual in every way here. She is intimately intimate with our preference’s and orientation. She sometimes assists me, though she is predominant only. She is the most fast and dedicated soul I’ve ever encountered. ”

“ Cecille, Cynthia is a brand new convert, though possessed of incredible innate talent and enthusiasm. I’m sure that the two of you will get to have a go at it each former. In fact, Cecille, would you be kind enough to go to my room and land me a whippet please ? ”

Turning 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 experience the whippet. You won’t resent me that will you ? ”

Cynthia was taken aback & ndash ; she had not expected this turn of events. There had been almost an ad-lib rule that with a few exceptions play was confined to the dungeon and the inn was sort of a achromatic haven.

“ What the snake pit though ” she thought to herself. He was just asking her to try it, and she was so wrench 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 speechmaking, Cecille returned carry the evil looking white fiberglass rod. She started to mitt it to Robert but he shook his head.

“ No Cecille, I think I will let you take tutelage of this for me. This is just a sampling for dear Cynthia, so I believe two stroking will suffice, both to her right boob please ”

Cynthia paled a bit & ndash ; she had been expecting to place upright and bend over to try 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 rightfulness and said softly “ if ma'am would expose her right breast please ”.

It was almost bizarre. Three adult sitting on the veranda, cognac and cigars on the board, insects chirping in the eventide and here she was, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her right articulatio humeri as Robert and this stunningly attractive but severe looking ma'am watched..The blouse out of the way she pulled the bra strap off her shoulder then pushed the bra down. Her correct breast, nipple hardening rapidly in the cool air was exposed.

Cecille took a moment to gently stroke and caress the offered tit then looked at Robert questioningly. “ Two CVA if you please Cecille. I would wish the outset on the underside & ndash ; 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 slide over and across the exposed white meat. With no warning she snapped it up from below. The thin fiberglass snickered into the frame of Artemis’s breast right had the foundation.

To Cynthia it felt as though her chest had been sliced off. The fiery pain shooting deep into the muscularity and tissues of the chest itself and began to step up. But she did not even have clock time to get a sidesplitter past her lips before Cecille brought the evil minuscule verge smashing down from above, bisecting the tumefy nipple.

Cynthia could do goose egg but clasp her knocker and cry. She came off the frame onto her knees on the trading floor, holding and rubbing her abused breast. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the pain began to slowly ebb, settling down to a deep throbbing ache that spread through the unhurt breast. She got herself up and got back to her chair.

Cynthia noticed that Cecille had departed while she was dealing with the upshot of the whippet.. She started to arrange herself, but when she tried to commit the bra over her wound nipple it just suffer too much.

“ So much for reserve 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.

Sitting back down, she decided her cigar and some of that wonderful smelling cognac would help her gather her wits. As she reached for the igniter, Cecille returned, and taking the lighter and the cigar, proceeded to lightly birl the tip of the cigar in the flaming. “ 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 workweek had blown her judgement. Five transactions ago this beautiful dark skinned fair sex had casually asked her to expose her breast & ndash ; as in the singular. It emphasized that there was cipher intimate about it for her. The penalisation had been designated for one breast 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 presentation of emotion had proceeded to administrate two brutal cerebrovascular accident 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 creative thinker when he spoke.

“ It is very significant that character can be switched, but not flip if I’m not confusing you too badly ”. Seeing that Artemis was looking at him expectantly, he continued.

“ I am not always fortunate enough to have delightful gentlewoman such as yourself and June to facilitate me when my submissive side rears its head. I had thought in the past tense of inviting a master dominatrix here from time to sentence, but frankly, the cost was prohibitive and the results disappointing.

Cecille has witnessed the goings on here. She has seen me in both roles. One day when we were talking, ina moment of candor and I mentioned that I wished June would render soon. She surprised me and told me, using that ever so polite British lilted dialect that they speak here, that there was no pauperization & ndash ; that she would compel 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 misplace that relationship. She assured me that that would not be a problem. ”

“ We experimented a bit and dependable to her countersign, while she was evil and sadistic during a session if you will, when it was over she was very a good deal the subservient helper. 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 happy being my devoted inn coach and my personal assistant, and, from time to time, my personal whiplash mistress. And by the way, she is extremely skilled with both the cane and the punishment shoulder strap & ndash ; I can vouch for that, so if you ever find yourself with that strange craving, unique to us vile deviant, I think she would be well-chosen to oblige. ”

June was leaning back in the cushion, her breast still throbbing, getting extremely aroused at the genial ikon of Robert strung up naked as that delightfully beautiful woman with her ebony skin, her hair pulled into a severe bun, used a heavy leather punishment strap to build 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 chicken feed back, savoring the burning hotshot 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 future day dawned perfectly. It felt so right to arouse up adjacent to Henry Martyn 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 other’s dress off when they got to the bedchamber. It had been one of those magnificent nights & ndash ; there was nothing Thomas More that could be said.

She let her hand shift under the covert, searching for and finding Roberts cock. She gently rubbed it, then felt it set out to stir. Robert woke and took her in his arms. If there was a heaven on earth it was here, on this wonderful island ! !

Venturing Forth River 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 croissants. living was just.

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

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

Henry M. Robert turned to her and mentioned that he had to hold the ferryboat to the larger island & ndash ; it was market day. The gravy boat came up from Dominica with produce that was needed for the kitchen. Normally one of the prole would go, but he had some business sector there anyway, so he would get the hand truck. She was welcome to come.

Cynthia thought about it, but upon reflection, decided to spend a quiet down day. Robert kissed her and soon she heard the beat up old truck heading down the dirt track. Not long after she heard the room access slam and saw June and Eric heading down the route in the chain of mountains Rover. It dawned her that except for what staff remained around, now that most of the invitee had gone and the station was fairly vacuous, she was by herself.

She spent a while sunbathing. The island made it so delightful.The tropic sun was hot, but being up on the side of the mountain, the cooling gentle wind made it much more passable.

Getting a short hungry, 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 large the home was. As she climbed up a ascending she had a better panorama and realized that what was now the inn had been only one of various buildings, the remainder mostly ruins now, but the old foundations clearly seeable. From the side of the hill she could see the roadway, what there was of it, snaking down the face of the mountain. If she looked carefully through the tree diagram, she could see the little town below with the long quay and the ferry depot.

She recalled that this, the little of two islands was accessible only by ferryboat or sauceboat. There was no drome to verbalise of. Off in the distance she could see the ferry churning its way across the strait & ndash ; Robert would be on it. Much later, he would take the Sami ferry back after he had finished his line 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 leave a few days before, but couldn’t lend herself not to stretch for the supernumerary days.

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

wandering around, she found herself, as always & ndash ; she stopped fooling herself that it was a coincidence & ndash ; back at the striver quarters. She couldn’t not walk in. So much had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to walk in and wander around the game room as she pondered affair. She made no noise as her tennis skid trod soundlessly on the level. She was blow away by what she saw when she opened the door though.

There on the fostering rack was Cecille. Naked and bedcover in her glory. She was beautiful. Artemis’s oculus were feverishly shifting from Cecille, naked and splayed, to William James standing just behind her, teasing her gaping pussy with his Brobdingnagian black cock.

Back to Cecille. Her position on the rack was no lupus erythematosus humiliating and embarrassing than it had been for Cynthia or June. Her legs were spread widely which caused her pussy to yaw open. Cynthia noticed how swell it was from arousal. The outer lips a dark purple contrasting to the pink inner sheepfold. Her breasts hanging down below her, the teat likewise night and hard.

vertebral column to James I. James I was one of the caretakers. Huge & ndash ; well over six metrical foot and about 240 lbs & ndash ; that was not beer belly. In his hired hand was the largest, morose tool Cynthia had ever seen and he was just in the mental process of stroking the head along the very ready and call for pussy of the cleaning lady restrained in the breeding rack.

When he turned suddenly and saw Cynthia there, she realized that had unintentionally intruded upon a very private moment. James jumped back, apologizing, Cecille gasped her “ Oh No ” but could not move. As James tried to dress himself Cynthia realized what she had done and with a quick “ I’m so sorry ” thump a headlong hideaway & ndash ; leaving the two, the she realized she had surely destroyed the moment.

Artemis didn’t bang what to do or say. She went back to her 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 muscularity 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 right out of the history of this place. The bedaze contraband slave char tightly strapped in spatial relation so that she could be bred by the rivet of her maestro’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 lover, enjoying what they thought was some privacy, only slightly warped her illusion. It was still awfully hot ! !

She left her room, wandering out to the gallery, wondering what she would say to Cecille. Lost in her thinking, looking out over the peak garden she almost did not hear Cecille step out to fall in her.

She turned and saw tears in the black woman’s eyes. She couldn’t help herself & ndash ; she went to her and hugged her telling her how sorry she was. “ Cecille please forgive me. I had no idea anyone was there & ndash ; I was just wandering around. I would never, never intrude on you ” !

“ It’s fine Ms. Cynthia & ndash ; I know that you meant no harm. It’s just that I am so embarrassed, so ashamed that you saw me like that, on that matter ”. Please, delight don’t tell Mr. Robert ”

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

Cecille had returned the hug, and the two cleaning woman settled on the couch. “ It is not that Ms. Cynthia. Mr. Robert is a thoroughly man. We are all happy to work here. It is much, much mysterious. It has to do I mean with my own daemon and the history 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 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 story of this office and the inheritance of my people. Coming back here I am well-chosen, but here, in this space, where my ancestors were once slaves, it is very much a blackened and white issue. For all I know my enceinte granny or grandfather could very well let been conceived on that very convenience 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 attraction at the same clock time. The idea of a proud, independent charwoman being strapped to that affair and being exposed, bred like an animal is disgusting, degrading and demeaning in every way. At the same time it is erotic and exciting and draws us with a personnel that we can’t resist. But just think, for me the great, great grandchild of slaves that were bred on it, it is an even worse contradiction. ”

“ I loathe it and I crave it. But because my ancestor were the slaves, and Mr. Henry Martyn Robert’s ancestors were the owners, I could never bear to have him hump that. It is a private affair. Can you understand ? ”

Cynthia found her own eyes moistening as she realized the contradictions running through this woman.. Cecille needed very much to be the unassailable professional cleaning woman for Henry Martyn Robert, showing him that she could take charge and run this place despite her ancestry. At the Saame time, she could no more fight her own needs than could Cynthia.

“ Is that why Robert mentioned that you showed no pursuit in submitting ? ” Artemis asked.

Cecille nodded. “ Of line. I have not let myself go as you have been golden enough to do, but I do get it on that when I have James tie me there as you saw me, strange but wonderful thing start happening. I just could never let Mr. Henry Martyn Robert see that. ”

“ Cecille I think you are underestimating Henry Martyn Robert. I think you would find him incredibly supportive. In this strange lifestyle we go down a lot of different paths. You and Robert are a full example. He has told me that one of the services you provide is to give him bodied punishment when required. Obviously you have seen him naked and tied, You’ve heard him gasp and cry out. Do you get it on and honour him any less afterward ? ”

“ And just lastly night you watched as I exposed my chest to you, watched as I lay back in the chair for you to whip it. You watched and heard me shout out. Do you reckon less of me for it ? ”

Cecille had to ponder that for a patch and finally admit that no, she always regarded Robert as the irrefutable headmaster of the place. Everyone recognized that. And she had known what went on when Robert and Cynthia went to the playroom. There was no disgrace and she certainly understood & ndash ; perhaps even envied Cynthia a bit.


“ But it is your decision 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 glimmering. I will result that to you. ”

Cecille smiled for the first base time and started to give thanks her but Artemis put her finger to the dingy sweetheart’s sassing. “ Before you go on though there is one, vey, very significant affair you need to know though ”.

As Cecille looked at her expectantly, Artemis continued. “ While I am disconsolate that I interrupted your meter with James and caused you any anxiousness 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 picture out of my mind.

Cecille actually blushed & ndash ; her sorry grimace became even darker. Cynthia couldn’t avail herself & ndash ; she leaned forward and kissed Cecille’s lips. She was afraid for a moment that she had overstepped herself with this mysterious womanhood, but her care dissipated when she felt Cecille’s fingers lightly caress her white meat through the framework of her blouse.

Cecille broke the osculate briefly to hiss to Cynthia “ when you come back, I think it is you that I would like to secure there and use my whip on ”

Cynthia moaned as the two embraced. “ God yess & ndash ; I would love that. I loved it when you whipped my bosom last dark. I would fuck you tying me down and whipping me. ”

“ And then ” Cecille continued ” when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could remove no to a greater extent, I might bring James I in to service you. To let you see what it was like for a slave girl to be bred ”

Cynthia felt the all too familiar intimate Benjamin Rush at the view. The thought of being strapped down waiting for that monumental black cock to plow into her exhibit pussy drove her testicle.

She found herself reaching for and frantically caressing Cecille’s knocker, opening the blouse so she could savor those large, dark pap. Cecille helped her, pulled the blouse off her shoulders, releasing the bra. Cynthia couldn’t help herself. She knew she wanted to submit to this ebony beauty.

Inevitably she found herself on her articulatio genus between the widely circularise legs of her new lover. Cecille had hiked her very materialistic wench up around her waist, and had pulled her panties aside. With her fist grabbing the hairsbreadth at the back of Cynthia’s headway, she forced the white girl’s mouth hard against her pussy. For Cynthia it was a given. She had needed to feast on that snatch ever since she had seen it exposed, gaping open, waiting to be serviced.

Cecille came hard. The thwarting from having her meter with Henry James interrupted had left her in motivation. The conversation with Artemis had made it worse. She found herself bucking violently against the head and face she pushed between her legs. The terrific sensations and backup flooding through her. Ahh yes, life at scratch Cane was wonderful ! !


Dinner was subdued and somber that nighttime. That’s one of the bad things about vacation & ndash ; they always end.

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

As she relaxed in her now conversant chair and savored the cigar, she saw Henry Martyn Robert smiling at her. “ What’s funny ” she asked ?

“ Nothing is queer. I was just enjoying how terribly sexy you look sitting there with a cigar. You know there are men that are both dumfounded and excited at the idea of a woman 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 reason, this one thrilled her. Here was a man that had introduced her to the internal secrets of herself, who had seen here in every possible humiliating position, but thought she was attractive sitting her enjoying a cigar with him.

“ God Robert this has been such an incredible time here. You know of trend that I have to return. ”

Of course of action you’ll return, but to be candid, I had hoped that it might be because of more than just the thrill of dominance and meekness. I would really like to see you again and pass more time with you. I want that even without whipping you, which of path I will too. ”

Cynthia felt a fondness grow through her. Her drawing card to Robert had grown ever since the low gear day when he had taken her on the breeding wheel. She had not known whether it was mutual or not. Whether is affection for her, their grand nighttime in his bed were a resultant role of the reciprocal sexual tension arising from the bdsm games, or if there was something more. She had of track 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 lustfulness from our games has made it unmanageable to sort out and pin down, but I have and I know it’s much Thomas More than just sex driven by our perversions.

I wish I didn’t have to go. I will descend back, but I will omit you so a good deal ”

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 bosom as if on cue.

“ Please consume me now ” she murmured. “ Please take me to your room and make love to me. No handcuffs, or whiplash, I just need you to assume me and nominate me feel wanted ”

Wordlessly they went to his room. Gone was the febrile lust. He undressed her slowly as if it was their first base fourth dimension together. Kissing her skin as he bared it. When she was naked he lay her back on the bed and kissed her eubstance from forehead to ft. As he tried to osculate his way between her spread legs she stopped him. “ No not now. Now I need to finger you inside of me. Fuck me now please ”. And he did and they did.

Later, much later as they lay in each early’s branch, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was time, she would leave to recall to the metropolis. She would go back to working frantically at the law firm. Instead of the soft tropic breeze and chirping of the birds there would be the thunderous randomness of the traffic and the exhaust exhaust fumes of countless cars and trucks.

In the meantime he would run his petty inn He would do his best to offer a safe place for kindred spirits to come and let their suppression retreat for a week or two. They had all become friends, with the occasional neophyte 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 month, even if in a month or two, it would be for a time, such as this, that would end and she would witness 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 strong and independent and have worked hard to get where you are. But at some point erotic love, take stock of life. Be very certainly what you’re doing and what you’re working for is deserving 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 drinks at an upscale club, dancing, a footling groping. The inevitable “ nightcap at his place or hers. Sex that was ok to take the edge off, but nothing that she would have raved about. Rarely did she follow up. There stake wasn’t there.

Then there was work. She was good at it. She enjoyed the challenge and no one could argue with the fact that it made her a ton of money. But for what ? So she could give back day after day to her unfrequented condominium ? It might be in the “ right ” neighborhood, and it might be decked out with all of the beautiful piece of furniture and technical gadgets anyone could desire, but in the end, she was alone.

It scared her and she found herself clutching Robert’s body tightly to her own. “ Please have me ” she implored.

Breakfast was as subdued as dinner had been. No one wanted to leave. No one could not leave. There was no option. job and mortgages and obligations beckoned and could not be ignored.

As she quietly packed her bags, Robert came in and told her that James would be taking them to the airport & ndash ; he preferred to say his goodbye 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 important as they appear to be. ”

She felt she had to fight down herself. “ Henry M. Robert it’s not as easy as you think. As very 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 old age for,

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

“ We’ve got some meter & ndash ; let me tell you a little more about me before you slam the door on possibilities. ”

He took her helping 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 schoolhouse. I actually did fairly well at Cambridge and was reading the law there. Got through the first of all two years, then my parents were killed in an plane crash.

I came here to settle affairs. There was a modest hereditary pattern, 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 serve what you would send for an internship in one of the law firm would have meant selling Sugar Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would induce been worse.

I compromised. I finished the last year and got my arcdegree 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 Greater London or another large city. I would have the condo overlooking the river, the Nice car, misstep to Majorca or the sneaker Islands. And sugar Cane would stimulate been gone.

I turned my dorsum on the high pace life. I used what was left of my inheritance to refurbish this space and shit 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 cross 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 evenings sipping cognac and smoking 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 & ndash ; with a position on any major law firm a practical given, she had obviously not known.

She knew that simoleons Cane could not possibly be a big hard currency rootage for him. It was lowly, on an island where even she as a holidaymaker knew that everything was expensive. But she had assumed that he had money and that boodle Cane was more of a sideline for him. Only now could she understand his loyalty to being here. He had set her mind awhirl. But her idea were interrupted for now.

It’s time for you to go pretty lady. Come. James River will get your bag. Don’t bury there will always be a lieu 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 position, she walked around to the other. As James loaded her bags into the spinal column, she looked up and noticed that Cecille had come down from the veranda to stick out side by side to her. They looked into each early’s eyes. She was amazed at how they had gotten so draw to each other in such an incredibly short time. In less than twenty four minute they had gone from meeting for the first time, to Cecille whipping her bosom for Henry Martyn Robert, to her seeing Cecille on the breeding wrack, open and quick for Saint James, to her between Cecille’s wooden leg, trying her hardest to pleasure her.

“ Please number back soon Ms. Artemis ” Cecille said in a representative that all could get word. But then she stepped closer to her at the back of the far side of the car, the car blocking the view of the others. She embraced Cynthia, and impulsively kissed her, a kiss which Cynthia without any thought process returned, her knife terpsichore across the other girl’s lip. Cecille broke the osculation and looking into Cynthia eyes said with obvious lust in her voice :
“ Yes my pretty lady, you will come back, I know it. And when you do I will enjoy taking my strap to you, and when I strap you, I think I will let the strap get very familiar with you here ” as she stroked Cynthia’s pussy through her dress.

Knowing that it was foolish to allow herself to get wake up when she was getting make for a drive to the ferry and then the airport, she nonetheless found herself staring into those black middle, enjoying the finger's breadth rubbing her mound through her clothes with hope of far different superstar to arrive, feeling the now associate emotions take hold. She closed her eyes momentarily, conjuring up the image of being tied naked and spread as Cecille, dressed in her habitual conservative skirt and white blouse approached with her punishment strap.

“ Yes, I will be back Cecille, and I think I will call for very a lot for you to whip my snatch ”

With that she turned and got into the stove wanderer. The final stage thing she saw before the thik foliation blocked her thought was Robert and Cecille standing on the veranda of the Sugar Cane Plantation.