Meanwhile he kept asking if I was okay. This was all rather neat. His little finger, at least I think it was, gradually inserted itself a little way i... my bottom and then came out. More lube, then in again until I became totally used to the lovely slidy and filling sensation. Then he tried another finger and repeated the exercise, gradually getting me used to the sensations. Then two fingers. I couldn't believe this was happening, The sensation of filling was lovely and the slidy sensation was. As a moral, upstanding woman, she should not be thinking of her nether region, much less enjoying what had happened! Victoria rang for her maid. It was earlier than she was used to getting up, but she was wide awake. “Well, ma’am, you are up early this morning,” Betsy, her maid, commented. “Yes...well, that is neither here, nor there,” Victoria commented, absently. “Let’s get you dressed, my lady. You have a big day ahead of you,” Betsy smiled. Victoria frowned. What did she mean? It. I had this massive cock in my mouth and realized that even though it was in my throat I still hand my whole hand between my mouth and his body with room to spare.My mouth was stretched almost to it's limit.All of a sudden he erupted in my mouth,actually in my throat,I gagged but regained my composure sucking and swallowing everything he had.He could not believe I swallowed it.I thought we were done.He told me to get my clothes off so he could fuck me.I said "you can still fuck after shooting. I slow a little, but keep going down the next half-flight to the laundry room. He stops at the door, cracking it open to take a smoke. I don’t smoke, but I’ll gladly stand and talk to him if he’s there when I’m finished loading the dryer. He is still there. He’s watching me, as I bend over to tuck the laundry into the dryer. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some.