As I became more responsive, my back arched and allowed him to penetrate me deeper. My reward was a more solid thrusting. With my orgasm approaching q...ickly, Simon pushed his cock in hard and stuck his thumb in my mouth. And then. . . . I exploded with a tremble--my nerves alive. Simon pinched my clit, rubbing his fingers against each other. Meg gently bit my nipple. I screamed loud, but it stuck in my throat as I sucked his thumb like a cock. I savored the precious ecstasy for as long as I. There was more laughter when a voice that sounded like the groom's told the waiting men, Boys, this bitch is wet and ready. After one hand reached in to squeeze one of my tits especially hard and rough, there was more laughter as another voice declared that he'd won his bet because my large tits were natural. The groom had been given his choice for which woman he wanted first and he'd chosen me to laughter as he declared, "My wife-to-be is only five-four so this may be my last chance to fuck a. Didn't your parents teach you to knock?"The venom in her voice showed me that she hadn't changed over the holidays, and with a dejected sigh I pulled my suitcase inside and closed the door.Only then did I let my eyes roam around the room. It was rectangular, with the door on the smaller side. The opposite wall was taken up by a huge, room-high window through which I could see the park. Lisa's bed was to my right, and against the wall between the bed and the window stood a white dresser with a. "Oh, did you meet my mother?" Andrew asked, wondering if he could demand favors from her as he did of the black slaves."Once," said Elizabeth, lifting her chin and ignoring the young man's appraising gaze, "in the dining room, near Christmastime." At old Conroy's showy town house, I assume, in Annapolis?" Andrew asked, lifting an eyebrow.Elizabeth nodded. She remembered how some of the men on the ship had looked at her in the first week of sailing, and here was the same avaricious stare, the.