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5 finding life`s partner

... wet embrace at one point and later she had grasped his tool from the back between his legs as he bent to scrub the stairs, causing him to spill a half bucket of water across the cellar floor. Though on the whole they had bent to the task in hand well both realising there would be time enough for play when the work was over, a coat of white distemper finished the job to perfection. They sat in the big old kitchen over toast and cheese, washed down with lashings of tea, they had missed dinner so intent on their task had they been, between mouthfuls of toast she promised him that as soon as the room was dry they would “play” in there. In reply he raised himself from his seat lifted her from hers and bent her over the table end. Knocking her chair aside His hands tore at her flimsy knickers dragging them down her legs holding her down with his other hand and with a single movement his massive tool thrust its way into her wet channel. Her toast forgotten, she began to writhe around on the table top amid the tea cups and empty plates, as he f***ed his way still deeper into her body, his strokes becoming rapid as he strove to complete his task together now they came to the boil, unable to control herself Ursula found herself climaxing and being filled from this huge fire-hose of a male appendage. At the same instant, her emotions in such turmoil she collapsed onto the scrubbed table top, unable to cope, she lay exhausted as he withdrew, and quickly sat down returning to his tea as ...

... if nothing had happened. Suddenly it was time to talk, “would your mother have let you do that?” She barked. A little taken aback he looked a little crestfallen like a small boy with his hand in the sweaty jar, he mumbled “no misses, she would have taken me to our cellar and given me a beating” “Then that`s what we will do tomorrow just as soon as the place has dried out!” she snapped, she noticed his smirk, like a schoolboy, he had manoeuvred her into doing just what he wanted. She knew that unless she sorted this out and now she would soon be the slave to his unwitting master. Right then “from now on you refer to me as misses, when visitors are here or if we are at play, you will be told when you can sl**p in my bed, and I and I alone will decide when we can play”, “do you understand?” “Yes misses’ sorry misses’” he seemed happy that he had a rule or two to live by; his old mum would have approved, he thought. He asked if she was going to do all the things his old mum would have done, to which she said “if that`s what he wanted, yes, but as I don’t know exactly what his mother would have done, he would need to tell her and in detail.” He began to wash up the china from tea, and quietly began to explain how he had lived with this most sensual complex woman, while concentrating on the few plates. “I don’t remember dad” he started “and till I was 10, my life was pretty much like the other k**s, my old club foot slowed me down an` k**s is cruel, tidy cruel at times.” `Er ad I ...