“Eileen, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Master Stillwell’s c**k is growing nicely. Do you suppose it’s your whip or the prospect of my crop that’s exciting him so?”
The Diva never missed a stroke as she responded. “I don’t think it’s my whip or your crop that’s turning our little boy on, Angelina. I think it’s the magnificent view of your bust line that’s quickening his pulse.”
“Well, if that’s so, let me see if I can accelerate the process. I find it ever so much easier to administer the crop when I free my bosom.” Senora reached into her dress and carefully lifted out a pendulous breast. She watched Jeffrey’s eyes widen as she took out the other. She lifted them both to him, tantalizing him with broad expanses of olive-skinned breast that overflowed her hands. Her n*****s were thic
