I returned to our kiss this time our lips tugged against each other. I said lets enact something or do a fore play. She wasn’t so sure about it but ...bliged. I told her that I wanted to dominate her and fuck her like my slave.I slapped her on her face and spit on her face before teasing her “you want to get fucked like bitch huh? ” she nodded as she was going mad with lust. I ripped off her gown and held her boobs in my hand. I undressed herself and started to lick her tits. I licked them good. ”He smiled, looking down at his attire, “I’m not sure I look like a count.”“Well you don’t look like a cunt either,” she laughed, not being able to resist making the pun.“So how will you fit the Count into your story.”“Well he’s not really a Count – he’s a fraud – a trickster trying to seduce a poor working girl – let’s say that this is his suite – well your suite and your maid has just poured me a drink and you’re going to sweet talk me into going to bed with you. Go ahead suite talk me as if. I never developed a normal brother sister relationship with her. Our parents divorced when I was 8, he got custody and then dad died when I was 12.I had never had a real relationship with Mandy, just tension between us. I was an unwanted brother and an impediment to her social life from the day I moved in with her and mom. Mom was a struggling divorcee and dad died broke. We lived in a two bedroom apartment and I slept on the couch in the living room.I had been dreaming about getting even with. He couldn’t believe it! She was giving him a blow-job! He sure as hell didn’t expect this! She was fondling his balls, too, while her mouth slid up and down on his pole, and he thought he was going to explode! He’d never been with a chick this wild before! Ann tasted the remnants of their mixed juices as she sucked his wand, and a tremor of delight raced through her lovely body. She could feel the man writhe, heard his moans, and knew he liked what she was doing to him. Up and down she moved.