She layed her chair back and got me to stand by her head and feed her my cock. As soon as she did this the whole theatre started moving so they could ...et a look. The guy in front started to feel her legs other guys started to feel my cock and as she let it free would suck on it. I moved a side and offered her mouth for any takers guys lined up on either side. And she was off cock to the left and right. One guy was getting head from wifey and blowing the guy on the other side. As far as I could. I heard noises in the background of someone rummaging around in the room and then silence. I strained to hear even the slightest thing, but nothing could be heard. I thought he had left me, and I tried to cry out. The gag muffled everything I said, and I felt it fell on deaf ears anyway, so I just sat and waited. A thousand things roared thru my mind. Where is he? What is he doing? Why isn't he here with me? What is he doing? Where is he? Where the hell is he?My emotions were running rampant as. Lord Brownlow lived at Belton House, a place I knew well as it was in the grounds of Belton House that I had been caught poaching. As I entered the study and stood ready to give him my account of Quatre Bras, I wondered if His Lordship would recall the last time I had appeared before him. That appearance had been in his court room, when he had given me the option of transportation to Australia or a life in the army. I doubted he would be able to recall the faces, or even the names, of those. His tongue in her pussy was distracting. She pulled herself off him, dragging her furry ass tail over his face. She slid herself back on his cock, turning to look at him. He finally got a proper view of how hot the suit made her ass look. She grabbed her tail and flicked it across his face. She leant forward, lifting the tail showing where it ended. He loved her ass and loved fucking it. She played with the plug, turning it around, pulling it out a little. She loved the feeling of being.