What I did not mention about the hole, it was very wide, I could almost see his balls through it, finally the man said “com on honey, I am sure you ...an do better than that, if you turn around, my balls could slap your body allowing me to dig deeper into that sweet, hot pussy of yours”Coming to think about it, he was absolutely right, I myself wanted him to fuck me deeper, why was I wasting half of the length of his gorgeous dick, I felt I wanted much more than I was getting of it, I said “ok, I. Muriel would then dawn her wardrobe and prepare a light breakfast while my wife showered. This way she would be presentable for when she brought the food upstairs and helped her mistress dress.In the evenings I would serve the ladies wine or cocktails as they prepared dinner. Muriel always wanted to serve us in the dining room. The she would sit cross legged on the floor beside my chair or that of my wife’s. We would have welcomed her at the table but, she preferred to sit on the floor, eat. ’ ‘Don’t understand what? I know that spell firsthand, milady. Your desire will keep building. You will beg me for release long before morning. I can afford to wait.’ ‘Fool.’ She stumbled to her feet and crossed the room to a small dresser. She fumbled in the drawers. ‘Mmmh… oh, powers… where is it…’ ‘It won’t work. You need a cock to appease that spell, and there’s only one of those in the room.’ ‘Ah!’ She pulled a candle from the miscellany. ‘That’s not going to save you, mistress.’ Rickhelm. I recalled Grace had often mentioned sleeping on this minuscule staircase as a student when she was too drunk to make it back to her bedroom. Grace's taste was immaculate.Minimalist touches of elegance were scattered throughout the apartment but I particularly loved the bathroom- it was so 'zen'- the bamboo bath mat and black marbled accessories coupled with touches of pink in the towels and prints of cherry blossoms. The tiles were cool against my warm skin as I leant against the wall. I was.