to pressing his now naked erection against her front, ignoring her complaints that it might stain her dress in his need to feel the friction against his organ. His hands worked feverish on her silk clad bottom, pulling her kickers urgently downwards to have him groan with delight as he finally clasped her naked bottom and felt his hands all but dwarf the tight little cheeks.
"Rolland," she begged in a breathless whimper, turning slightly to one side in an open invitation for him to slip his hand through her neatly trimmed pubis and down into her sex.
He ignored her, turning her still further so he could look down and view her tight and pale little bottom too, groaning at the sight of it, at the such short seam and the boyishly round cheeks.
"Here," he panted, pulling her fully round and forward, draping her over the wheel arch of the car before his hands roughly dragged her knickers right off. She gasped with the suddenness of it all but was ignored.
"Oh yes!" he sighed, hands caressing the back of her thighs and the twin crests of her buttocks.
Isabel drew her legs apart and whimpered, urgently wanting him to cares her moist pussy, to do anything he wanted with it, be it a gentle caress to a rude insertion of a finger or two, but anything to ease the throbbing emanating from her ignored cunny.
So lovely!" he gasped, shuffling up behind her, letting his cock join with his hands in caressing her lithe bottom, decorating it with lines of moisture before, drawing her buttocks apart with his thumbs, he let the head of his cock slip between them and place a wet kiss upon her little anal rosette.
"No, not there!" she gasped, and lifted herself onto her toes, transferring the bloated head of his cock from her anal portal to her cunny, gasping delightedly as it sped into her, his large hands gripping her flanks, holding her imprisoned as his manhood filled her.
Rolland sobbed and pressed against her, his thumbs still holding her lean buttocks apart, his eyes glued to her little anal ring as it flexed on feeling his organ move within her clinging purse.
"Yes!" she hissed, bending further for him, willing him to fuck her as harshly as he wanted.
Rolland pressed one more time and cried out with his delight. He was pushing firmly against her, striving to get the last hundredths of an inch of his cock into her as he spent, clinging to her as his legs weakened, his eyes still hungrily devouring her little knot hole, his memory comparing it to those of the pretty young men who so liked to dress as women before allowing him to take them into his bedroom.
Isabel stared at the floor, frustrated and dirty, hating herself and wanting to cry. And Rolland sighed with great satisfaction and pulled out of her, patting her rump before turning away to repair his clothing. Isabel's little rump had put him in the mind for the real thing, and he wondered how quickly he could get away to find the real thing.
CHAPTER SIX. Lord Richard's treatment.
Penny glanced at her watch and turned to smile teasingly at the old man in his wheelchair. "Time we started your treatment," she told him. rising from the bench to bend and remove the brake from the wheel to the chair.
They were in the rose garden, enjoying the morning breeze, bird song and the scent of the flowers in their early bloom. Lord Richard growled in his throat and waved his arm, perhaps with a little bit more control than previously; it was hard to tell.
Penny talked to him as she pushed him back to the house. How she liked his home, the formal gardens in particular. How surprised she was at the amount of staff he had. She could talk like this for hours, never needing the other to respond.
The newly installed lift took them to the upstairs landing and she finished pushing him into his room before sighing with relief and rolling him to the side of the bed.
"Have to get you ready before we can begin the treatment," she told him, smiling down at him as she moved in front of him and,
"Rolland," she begged in a breathless whimper, turning slightly to one side in an open invitation for him to slip his hand through her neatly trimmed pubis and down into her sex.
He ignored her, turning her still further so he could look down and view her tight and pale little bottom too, groaning at the sight of it, at the such short seam and the boyishly round cheeks.
"Here," he panted, pulling her fully round and forward, draping her over the wheel arch of the car before his hands roughly dragged her knickers right off. She gasped with the suddenness of it all but was ignored.
"Oh yes!" he sighed, hands caressing the back of her thighs and the twin crests of her buttocks.
Isabel drew her legs apart and whimpered, urgently wanting him to cares her moist pussy, to do anything he wanted with it, be it a gentle caress to a rude insertion of a finger or two, but anything to ease the throbbing emanating from her ignored cunny.
So lovely!" he gasped, shuffling up behind her, letting his cock join with his hands in caressing her lithe bottom, decorating it with lines of moisture before, drawing her buttocks apart with his thumbs, he let the head of his cock slip between them and place a wet kiss upon her little anal rosette.
"No, not there!" she gasped, and lifted herself onto her toes, transferring the bloated head of his cock from her anal portal to her cunny, gasping delightedly as it sped into her, his large hands gripping her flanks, holding her imprisoned as his manhood filled her.
Rolland sobbed and pressed against her, his thumbs still holding her lean buttocks apart, his eyes glued to her little anal ring as it flexed on feeling his organ move within her clinging purse.
"Yes!" she hissed, bending further for him, willing him to fuck her as harshly as he wanted.
Rolland pressed one more time and cried out with his delight. He was pushing firmly against her, striving to get the last hundredths of an inch of his cock into her as he spent, clinging to her as his legs weakened, his eyes still hungrily devouring her little knot hole, his memory comparing it to those of the pretty young men who so liked to dress as women before allowing him to take them into his bedroom.
Isabel stared at the floor, frustrated and dirty, hating herself and wanting to cry. And Rolland sighed with great satisfaction and pulled out of her, patting her rump before turning away to repair his clothing. Isabel's little rump had put him in the mind for the real thing, and he wondered how quickly he could get away to find the real thing.
CHAPTER SIX. Lord Richard's treatment.
Penny glanced at her watch and turned to smile teasingly at the old man in his wheelchair. "Time we started your treatment," she told him. rising from the bench to bend and remove the brake from the wheel to the chair.
They were in the rose garden, enjoying the morning breeze, bird song and the scent of the flowers in their early bloom. Lord Richard growled in his throat and waved his arm, perhaps with a little bit more control than previously; it was hard to tell.
Penny talked to him as she pushed him back to the house. How she liked his home, the formal gardens in particular. How surprised she was at the amount of staff he had. She could talk like this for hours, never needing the other to respond.
The newly installed lift took them to the upstairs landing and she finished pushing him into his room before sighing with relief and rolling him to the side of the bed.
"Have to get you ready before we can begin the treatment," she told him, smiling down at him as she moved in front of him and,
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