Fuck. Phil’s fingertips played with the other one. Sarah stood there, her eyes closed, her body humming. This was being owned, this was being sho...n off. Worse, Jill’s were big C’s. Sarah knew this because Jill had told her—they weren’t real. Their hands still playing with her breasts, Jill asked, “Do you like this? He says humiliation turns you on more than anything. Is that true? How wet are you?”She mumbled, “I like it.” That made it twice as bad. Twice as good. And she knew what. Her panties were so thin and wet, I was able to see her moist pussy lips right through them. I started kissing her inner thighs, making every kiss more wet and strong as I moved towards the edges of her panties. I grazed my tongue along her panties without much pressure to tease her and did the same from her other thigh."I want that tongue, stop teasing me!", she said while moaning and sure enough, I went directly at her panties, smelling and forcing my tongue on it over her now excited clit. I. ”I apologised for upsetting him, and after a fulsome handshake and a Gallic kiss on both cheeks, he left me alone to ponder on what he had said concerning the Foreign Brigade, Bonaparte in Egypt, the retreat from Moscow, and the actions of Marshal Grouchy.I arrived back in Livorno on the 24th November 1823, my thirty-third birthday, and third anniversary of the deaths of my wife and family.The journey had taken nearly seven weeks, with contrary winds, gales, and incompetent seamanship, making. After a few moments, Kirsty Maitland opened her thighs and released the weight from my shoulders, carefully stepping away from me. The fifty-year-old adjusted her long black skirt, and stood, arms folded across her chest looking down upon me.Pauline gently tapped my sore bottom with her right hand. That was my signal to stand up, which I managed to do after a few moments.She looked up at me as I tried to frantically cool the heat in my bottom and backs of my legs by rubbing them with both.