She said she had never thought of it, then realized I was still running one finger in and out of her ass hole, and said, well, that felt good enough. ... put her hand on my already stiff cock, and asked if she thought she might let me put that in her ass, as well. She stroked my cock a few times, saying it might hurt, and I promised her I would do it very slowly and very gently, and if it hurt her and she told me to stop, I would. She asked if I had done it before, and I told her yes, many times,. The house that they had rented was in his name, but all of the furnishings were hers, so after giving all of his clothes to a local thrift store, she needed a place to live, and someway to recoup some of what she paid for the furnishings, that was why she was selling everything. They kept talking and snuggling most of the morning, learning more and more about each other.“Umm ... I did notice one thing that I think I should ask you about. I think that I saw that everyone in the group was at. We've got some shopping to do,” I say this as I pull the comforter off of Scarlet.It's nearly noon. After the little stunt she pulled in the theater, I wanted to fuck her like a crazed man. It wasn't only Scarlet who saw the girl watching us, I also did, but didn't want to spoil the mood. It was huge turn-on knowing she knew what we were doing, and I kept Scarlet up half the night fucking her into next year. I think Scarlet is starting to rub off on me.I didn't say anything about it until we. Idly he stroked a thumb over the ruched ball of one nipple, stained a dusky red, and the he flicked his finger again, made her breath hitch once more. His head moved down to her neck, nuzzled the side of her, his lips traced one lobe, bit the tender flesh before continuing. She’d stilled again, stopped breathing, unable to respond. How he managed to make her, Lady Adrienne Wolfstone, the most outrageous, outspoken, most certainly not powerless woman of the Elite class of the London ton become.