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


The wampum 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 evening had been a sexual thrill– an emotional dynamo as she experienced the rush of being in mastery, of hearing her friend and lover belly laugh from her soul.

True, she had allowed herself a few quite pleasant orgasm during the form of the evening, but her pussy still felt swollen and needy. She decided there might be some welfare to having a practiced relationship with the possessor of the situation 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 Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill in the early. He just made her feel good. She couldn't explain it. Or maybe she was trying to deny her attraction to him. For her he exuded a flavour that all was well, all as was as it should be.

He smiled when he saw her and their rite solidified, poured her a glass of cognac without asking. She selected a medium bodied cigar from the offered lowly humidor and settled back in the soft shock, enjoying the pleasant evening and the pleasant fellowship. She wondered if Robert could glean that she had designs on him for later. Or that he evoked deeply spirit.

look that she had not allowed herself in such a very retentive time.

"My costly sweet lady"Robert began, slowly exhaling and watching the smoke waft up to the ceiling."I have to say that you have left me quite impressed. I am thinking that perhaps June had not realized what a delicious colossus she had created until it was too of late ”.

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

"But for some ground I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away plaza. I have to secern you that was the most acute and titillating thing I have witnessed the whole time I've been here. I know it hurt more on her button than on her nipples, but the mental there was so much more than intense. Watching her optic as you ever so slowly brought the end of the cigar to hr nipple. I can think the intense heat she felt when you hovered I just a half an inch away. It was like you could observe the fear and panic and thirst all make together. Thank you so much for sharing that with me ”.

"June is such a pain jade that it takes something along those railway line to take up 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 earnest June howling and screaming her substance 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 want to injure ”.

Henry M. Robert looked up in surprisal."June didn't let you sample the whippet ? An supervision I'm sure on her part - it is terribly acute. We'll make sure enough in the futurity that you get to taste every token that you use on others - it makes you so much Sir Thomas More effective.

Robert looked at her in the dim light."You are beautiful tonight Artemis. Is there any chance that a dissipated innkeeper could tempt you to share his bed ? This has been a special dark for the three of us - it seems a shame to end it by sleeping alone ”.

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

Just then a tall slender black woman came onto the gallery with a indorse carafe of cognac."This is Cecille, Artemis. Cecille meet Cynthia ”.

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 bridge player someone in every way here. She is intimately familiar with our penchant's and preferences. She sometimes assists me, though she is dominant only. She is the most fast and give person I've ever encountered."

"Cecille, Cynthia is a brand new convert, though possessed of incredible rude gift and enthusiasm. I'm sure that the two of you will get to have it away each other. In fact, Cecille, would you be kind enough to go to my room and lend me a whippet please ?"

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

Cynthia was taken aback - she had not expected this turn of events. There had been almost an spontaneous rule that with a few exceptions play was confined to the keep and the inn was sort of a neutral haven.

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

"No Henry M. 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 evil looking white fiberglass rod. She started to mitt it to Robert but he shook his school principal.

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

Cynthia paled a bit - she had been expecting to stand and bend over to sample 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 dame would discover her right chest please ”.

It was almost outre. Three grownup sitting on the gallery, cognac and cigars on the table, insects chirping in the evening and here she was, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her right shoulder joint as Robert and this stunningly attractive but spartan looking madam watched. .The blouse out of the way she pulled the bra strap off her berm then pushed the bra down. Her right breast, teat hardening rapidly in the nerveless air was exposed.

Cecille took a mo to gently stroke and caress the offered breast then looked at Henry M. Robert questioningly."Two solidus if you please Cecille. I would like the initiatory on the underside –you know exactly where it is most tender, followed by a cut across the mamilla"

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

To Cynthia it felt as though her breast had been sliced off. The fiery pain sensation bourgeon deep into the muscles and tissues of the breast itself and began to intensify. But she did not even have metre to get a scream past her lips before Cecille brought the malevolent little wand smashing down from above, bisecting the puff up nipple.

Cynthia could do null but clutch her bosom and cry. She came off the frame onto her stifle on the floor, holding and rubbing her misuse breast. Finally, after what seemed like an timelessness the pain began to slowly ebb, settling down to a deep 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 effects of the whippet.. She started to groom herself, but when she tried to pull the bra over her injure nipple it just spite too lots.

"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 dismount silk of the blouse brushing the nipple she winced.

posing back down, she decided her cigar and some of that wonderful smelling cognac would help her gathering her humor. As she reached for the lighter, Cecille returned, and taking the lighter 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 mind, but then everything this calendar week had blown her mind. Five minutes ago this beautiful dark skinned woman had casually asked her to expose her white meat - as in the singular form. It emphasized that there was nada intimate about it for her. The punishment had been designated for one bosom 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 vicious strokes that had left Cynthia on the level, tears, 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 judgment when he spoke.

"It is very important that office 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 have delightful madam such as yourself and June to help me when my submissive side rears its read/write head. I had thought in the past of inviting a master dominatrix here from prison term to time, but frankly, the cost was prohibitive and the results disappointing.

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

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

"We experimented a bit and on-key to her word, while she was roughshod and sadistic during a academic term if you will, when it was over she was very much the subservient assistant. 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 function in the bdsm realm. She is perfectly happy being my devoted inn managing director and my personal assistant, and, from time to clip, my personal whiplash mistress. And by the way, she is extremely skilled with both the cane and the penalization strap - I can vouch for that, so if you ever witness yourself with that strange craving, unique to us worthless perverts, I think she would be well-chosen to oblige."

June was leaning back in the cushions, her knocker still throbbing, getting extremely aroused at the genial image of Robert strung up naked as that delightfully beautiful charwoman with her ebony skin, her hair pulled into a stark bun, used a heavy leather punishment strap to hit him dance and howl. She shared her mental epitome with Henry M. Robert, who just smiled. She took a last recollective drag on her cigar and tilted the cognac methamphetamine back, savoring the burning ace in her throat.

Setting the chicken feed down she turned to Robert."So tell me sort sir, what does a female child have to do around here to get properly fucked ?"

The next day dawned perfectly. It felt so right on to wake up next to Robert. She closed her centre, 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 night - there was nothing Sir Thomas More that could be said.

She let her hand shift under the covers, searching for and finding Roberts cock. She gently rubbed it, then felt it start out to budge. Robert woke and took her in his arms. If there was a heaven on world it was here, on this tremendous island ! !

Venturing forth they realized that they were both famished and had slept later than usual. Entering the tea cozy dining way they helped themselves to coffee fruit and croissant. lifespan was ripe.

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 recherche evening. I won't forget it"she said smiling.

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

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

Cynthia thought about it, but upon mirror image, decided to spend a tranquillize day. Robert kissed her and soon she heard the beat up old motortruck heading down the dirt rail. Not long after she heard the door slam and saw June and Eric heading down the route in the Range Rover. It dawned her that except for what faculty remained around, now that most of the Edgar Albert Guest had gone and the piazza was fairly empty, she was by herself.

She spent a patch sunbathing. The island made it so delightful.The tropic sun was hot, but being up on the position of the passel, the chilling child's play made it much more tolerable.

Getting a fiddling hungry, she wandered into the dining way 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 rock wall she realized how large the place was. As she climbed up a rise she had a safe view and realized that what was now the inn had been only one of several construction, 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 incline of the mountain. If she looked carefully through the trees, she could see the small town below with the retentive quay and the ferryboat depot.

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

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

God she would miss this place. What a revelation this tripper had been. She didn't know how she would palm things back in the city, but she knew things 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 walk in. So much had happened so quickly here. She had intended just to take the air in and ramble around the rumpus room as she pondered thing. She made no noise as her tennis skid trod soundlessly on the floor. She was screw up away by what she saw when she opened the door though.

There on the breeding single-foot was Cecille. Naked and counterpane in her nimbus. She was beautiful. Cynthia's eyes were feverishly shifting from Cecille, naked and splayed, to James I standing just behind her, teasing her gaping pussy with his huge dim cock.

cover to Cecille. Her office on the rack was no less humiliating and embarrassing than it had been for Cynthia or June. Her legs were spread wide of the mark which caused her pussy to yawn heart-to-heart. Cynthia noticed how swollen it was from arousal. The outer lips a glum purple contrasting to the garden pink inner flock. Her breasts hanging down below her, the nipples likewise darkness and hard.

Back 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 largest, disconsolate pecker Cynthia had ever seen and he was just in the appendage of stroking the headway along the very fix and needing pussycat of the char restrained in the breeding rack.

When he turned suddenly and saw Cynthia there, she realized that had unintentionally intruded upon a very secret second. James I 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"beat a precipitant retreat - 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 room as the sun climbed in the sky, then realized she could not hide there forever.

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

She also found her judgement wandering to what she had seen. The sight was ripe out of the history of this place. The sensational black striver woman tightly strapped in position so that she could be bred by the stud poker of her overlord'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 seclusion, only slightly warped her phantasy. 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 efflorescence garden she almost did not hear Cecille step out to get together her.

She turned and saw bout in the Shirley Temple Black cleaning woman's eyes. She couldn't help herself - she went to her and hugged her telling her how distressing she was."Cecille please forgive me. I had no idea 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 trauma. 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 Henry Martyn Robert well enough by now. He regarded the people that worked at pelf Cane as sept. 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 lady settled on the couch."It is not that Ms. Cynthia. Mr. Robert is a undecomposed man. We are all felicitous to wreak here. It is much, much cryptical. It has to do I recollect with my own demons and the history of this place. 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 caution of this place."

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

"Getting off the island and going to school showed me the world out and it also taught me the history of this berth and the inheritance of my the great unwashed. Coming back here I am happy, but here, in this berth, where my antecedent were once slaves, it is very much a black and lily-white issue. For all I know my great grandmother or gramps could very well take in 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 standoff as an attractive force at the same fourth dimension. The estimation of a proud, independent woman being strapped to that matter 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 force that we can't resist. But just cerebrate, for me the great, neat grandchild of striver that were bred on it, it is an even worse contradiction."

"I loathe it and I crave it. But because my root were the slave, and Mr. Robert's antecedent were the owners, I could never have a bun in the oven to have him have intercourse that. It is a private affair. Can you understand ?"

Cynthia found her own eyes moistening as she realized the contradiction in terms running through this woman.. Cecille needed very a good deal to be the unattackable professional cleaning woman for Robert, showing him that she could look at charge and run this lieu despite her ancestry. At the same time, she could no more fight her own demand than could Cynthia.

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

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

"Cecille I think you are underestimating Robert. I think you would receive him incredibly supportive. In this strange lifestyle we go down a lot of different paths. You and Robert are a good example. He has told me that one of the services you provide is to cave in him somatic punishment when required. Obviously you have seen him bare and tied, You've heard him pant and cry out. Do you love and abide by him any less afterward ?"

"And just last-place dark you watched as I exposed my bosom to you, watched as I lay back in the chair for you to lash it. You watched and get word me squall out. Do you think less of me for it ?"

Cecille had to ruminate that for a while and finally admit that no, she always regarded Henry Martyn Robert as the irrefutable master of the place. Everyone recognized that. And she had known what went on when Henry Martyn Robert and Cynthia went to the playroom. There was no shame and she certainly understood - perhaps even envied Artemis a bit.


"But it is your conclusion Cecille"Cynthia continued. I will not say anything to Henry Martyn Robert, though if I know Robert, I suspect he already knows or at to the lowest degree has an glimmering. I will allow for that to you."

Cecille smiled for the first gear time and started to give thanks her but Cynthia put her finger to the benighted beauty's lip."Before you go on though there is one, vey, very important thing you need to fuck though ”.

As Cecille looked at her expectantly, Cynthia continued."While I am grim that I interrupted your clip 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 flick out of my mind.

Cecille actually blushed - her gloomy face became even darker. Artemis couldn't help 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 fears dissipated when she felt Cecille's fingers 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 like to fasten there and use my party whip on"

Artemis moaned as the two embraced."God yess - I would have intercourse that. I loved it when you whipped my breast final Nox. I would jazz you tying me down and whipping me."

"And then"Cecille continued"when I had thoroughly whipped you until you could contain no More, I might bring James in to service you. To let you see what it was like for a hard worker lady friend to be bred"

Cynthia felt the all too intimate intimate charge at the mentation. The approximation of being strapped down waiting for that monolithic black cock to plow into her display slit drove her crackpot.

She found herself reaching for and frantically caressing Cecille's breast, opening the blouse so she could savor those tumid, drear nipple. Cecille helped her, pulled the blouse off her berm, releasing the bra. Cynthia couldn't aid herself. She knew she wanted to submit to this jet black beauty.

Inevitably she found herself on her knees between the widely disseminate legs of her new lover. Cecille had hiked her very button-down skirt up around her waist, and had pulled her panties aside. With her fist grabbing the whisker at the back of Cynthia's headway, she forced the White person girl's mouth severe against her kitty-cat. For Cynthia it was a given. She had needed to feast on that pussy ever since she had seen it exposed, gaping candid, waiting to be serviced.

Cecille came hard. The frustration from having her time with Saint James the Apostle interrupted had left her in pauperization. The conversation with Cynthia had made it worse. She found herself bucking violently against the foreland and face she pushed between her legs. The terrific sensations and relief flooding through her. Ahh yes, life at Sugar Cane was marvelous ! !


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

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

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

"Nothing is funny. 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 regard, but for some intellect, 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 potential humiliating position, but thought she was attractive sitting her enjoying a cigar with him.

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

Of course you'll return key, but to be candid, I had hoped that it might be because of to a greater extent than just the rush of dominance and entry. I would really care to see you again and pass more than meter with you. I want that even without whipping you, which of course I will too."

Cynthia felt a affectionateness grow through her. Her attraction to Henry M. Robert had grown ever since the first day when he had taken her on the breeding wheel. She had not known whether it was common or not. Whether is affection for her, their terrific night in his bed were a result of the reciprocal sexual tension arising from the bdsm games, or if there was something more. She had of grade hoped the latter and now it was spelled out for her.

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

"Henry Martyn Robert it's common. The saturated titillating lust from our secret plan 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 arrive back, but I will miss you so much"

Robert set his own brandy 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 take me now"she murmured."Please take me to your room and make love to me. No manacle, or whips, I just require you to take me and hit me feel wanted"

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

Later, much later as they lay in each former's limb, they talked about what both had avoided. When it was time, she would result to return to the city. She would go back to working frantically at the law firm. Instead of the subdued tropical breeze and chirping of the birds there would be the thunderous interference of the traffic and the fumes exhaust of uncounted elevator car and trucks.

In the meantime he would run his little inn He would do his sound to offer a safe place for kindred spirits to come and let their inhibitions 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 part away again, but even that thought was depressing. No topic when it might be. Next yr, 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 happen 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 unattackable and self-governing and have worked hard to get where you are. But at some point lovemaking, take stemma 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 discharge dream."

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

Oh sure, some crapulence at an upscale gild, dancing, a piffling groping. The inevitable"nightcap at his place or hers. Sex that was ok to strike the edge off, but nothing that she would give birth 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 return day after day to her lonely condominium ? It might be in the"right"neck of the woods, and it might be decked out with all of the beautiful furniture and technological gadgets 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 moderate me"she implored.

Breakfast was as subdued as dinner party had been. No one wanted to leave. No one could not provide. There was no pick. line and mortgages and obligations beckoned and could not be ignored.

As she quietly packed her bags, Henry M. Robert came in and told her that James would be taking them to the airport - he preferred to say his goodbye here. She understood. She stood and again they embraced."Please don't wastefulness it love"he told her. All those affair 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 easygoing as you think. As much as I would eff 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"respond Robert as he held her, rubbing her dorsum, and letting his hands drift down to possessively cup her ass.

"We've got some time - let me tell apart 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 schooltime. I actually did fairly well at Cambridge University and was reading the law there. Got through the world-class two twelvemonth, then my parents were killed in an airplane clangoring.

I came here to decide social function. There was a modest inheritance, but not much. It was enough for me to stop my Education Department. But there was a trouble. I had been born and raised here. This was home. With no one here, returning to England to land up school, and then serve what you would call an internship in one of the law houses would receive meant selling Sugar Cane. That or letting it go to rot, which would have been worse.

I compromised. I finished the live on yr 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 house, probably in British capital or another large urban center. I would have the condo overlooking the river, the squeamish car, trips to Majorca or the Canary Islands. And Sugar Cane would have been gone.

I turned my back on the high paced life. I used what was left of my inheritance to refurbish this place and give 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 exemplar that I'm barely getting by here, and have no delivery for old age. But I'll crossbreeding 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 smoking 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 stance on any major law house a virtual given, she had obviously not known.

She knew that Sugar Cane could not possibly be a big hard cash source for him. It was small, on an island where even she as a tourer knew that everything was expensive. But she had assumed that he had money and that Sugar Cane was more of a rocking horse for him. Only now could she sympathize his allegiance to being here. He had set her mind awhirl. But her thoughts were interrupted for now.

It's clip for you to go pretty lady. ejaculate. James will get your bags. Don't forget there will always be a shoes at Sugar Cane and in my affection for you. Don't be gone long."

As she made her way out to the car, June and Eric were getting in one side, she walked around to the other. As James IV loaded her bags into the cover, she looked up and noticed that Cecille had come down from the gallery to remain firm succeeding to her. They looked into each other's eyes. She was amazed at how they had gotten so pull in to each other in such an incredibly short time. In less than twenty four hours they had gone from meeting for the for the first time time, to Cecille whipping her white meat for Robert, to her seeing Cecille on the upbringing rack, open and ready for James II, to her between Cecille's legs, trying her hardest to pleasure her.

"Please come back soon Ms. Artemis"Cecille said in a vocalisation that all could hear. But then she stepped closelipped to her at the backbone 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 Artemis without any thought returned, her tongue dance across the former girl's lips. Cecille broke the kiss and looking into Artemis centre said with obvious lust in her vocalism :
"Yes my pretty lady, you will do back, I know it. And when you do I will savour taking my strap to you, and when I strap you, I think I will let the strap suit very cozy with you here"as she stroked Cynthia's kitty-cat through her clothes.

Knowing that it was foolish to allow herself to go emotional when she was getting quick for a drive to the ferry and then the airport, she nonetheless found herself staring into those dark eyes, enjoying the finger's breadth rubbing her cumulation through her clothes with promise of far unlike sensation to come, feeling the now familiar emotions take hold. She closed her eyes momentarily, conjuring up the image of being tied naked and ranch as Cecille, dressed in her accustomed conservative wench and white blouse approached with her punishment strap.

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

With that she turned and got into the compass Rover. The last affair she saw before the thik foliage blocked her view was Henry M. Robert and Cecille standing on the gallery of the Sugar Cane Plantation .