”Richard looked at us both, but concentrated on me. Staring into my eyes.“What’s the secret, go on, tell me.” he said.“She said...” I hesi...ated and leant in a little closer to Richard so that I could whipser, “...that she would love to suck my pussy while you fuck me.”Richard’s mouth dropped open, “She want’s to what?”“I told you that you didn’t want to know,” I continued, smiling coyly at him.Richard swallowed hard while glancing between us. “You two want to fuck me?” He whispered.“Mwy na Fuck. As the night progresses we move on to a club called Oak, we continue to drink and share stories, dance and flirt. At one stage while we are dancing, I feel something firm and hard against my ass, I grind myself backwards into him and hear a little moan slip out of his mouth. I turn to him and give him a cheeky smile and tell him I will be back after I have been to the ladies room. I top up my lipstick and text my friend to let her know how I am getting on. I put my phone back into my bag and. Well, he had a harpsichord, and nobody to play it. Miss Worden could play, play brilliantly, and -- presumably -- had no harpsichord. Merely stating the problem made the solution obvious to him.It might seem less obvious to her. Miss Worden was not a professional musician; she was a professional governess. She was the orphan daughter of a clergyman and, thus, a gentlewoman -- one who might have ridiculous reservations about taking employment in a rather isolated bachelor establishment.It seemed. I looked down at her round, plump ass as I piston my dick in and out of it and immensely enjoy the sight of my huge cock tearing up this tight little asshole. I then leverage myself up and practically stand above her ass and she lifts it higher so that my dick won’t come out and I begin to furiously pound her asshole as hard and fast as I can go, causing her to squeal as I rip her tight asshole apart. “Oh goddamn! Oh holy fuck!” She screams as I ravage her ass. “Jesus H. Fuck! Pound my little.