“Well slut, who owns this cunt?” This time Mr Philips relaxed his grip and allowed Casey to surface
“My cunt is the property of Birchly hall sir,” she answered. She felt the tip of his shaft rest on her sopping wet lips, a large hand ran up her side and, surprisingly gently, cupped one soft tit. XXX Turning back to the table she began to sway seductively, unbuttoning her blouse. She smiled at his comment but did not stop giving head. God each year the days seem longer,” Charles said, stretching in his chair. “I regret that Miss Thatcher was unable to attend, she is busy with a conference in London but normally heads our arts department.” He paused and turned back to Cassandra who was sitting directly opposite him at the
