Andrea at his departure inherited all the papers which proved that he had indeed the honor of being the son of the Marquis Bartolomeo and the Marchion...ss Oliva Corsinari. He was now fairly launched in that Parisian society which gives such ready access to foreigners, and treats them, not as they really are, but as they wish to be considered. Besides, what is required of a young man in Paris? To speak its language tolerably, to make a good appearance, to be a good gamester, and to pay in cash.. I knew she sensed that he was about to come when he went rigid, but it really didn't fully set in until she felt his cock jolt and deliver the first powerful jet of semen into her pussy. The feeling of watching this, knowing that with every explosive pulse of his cock, a thick jet of his seed was shooting against my wife's cervix. It was beyond imagination. It was truly, and in every way, the most incredible, erotic, nasty, taboo, sexual thing imaginable. No other experience I have ever had. She was bent over a low ottoman and her legs tied open. Her hands were tied together in front of her and she had them hanging over the front of it. The man went out and then returned with a large dog. Beth turned to look at me. I whispered, “Watch.”The man brought the dog up behind Nancy and we all watched as its cock extended. It was long and dripping. The man led the dog forward and it mounted Nancy. The woman directed the dog’s cock to Nancy’s open ass. The dog instantly slammed into her. Two fingers gravitated towards my pussy and I started to slide them in and out teasing myself, leaving me with a want to cum. I made a “come here” motion with my fingers but I was not quite satisfied because my fingers weren’t long enough to hit all the right spots. As I was lying on the couch, I could hear his car pull into the driveway; making my heart pound. I gulped the rest of the wine as Nathan walked in a moment later and took off his dirty work boots, and then he took a glance towards.