"It wasn't the first time and it certainly isn't now," answered Rory."No indeed," smiled Paris.Rory got up from her chair and perched herself on the m...ssive oak table. She waggled her finger at Paris and looked down her nose. "Hooligans!" she declaimed in a deep voice. "Poking! Wrestling!" That one was YOUR fault," interjected the blonde girl. "You had your arms around me and were trying to back me into that corner." So I wanted you all to myself." defended Rory. "Besides, YOU started it with. She asked me to take off my clothes, so I did, but was slightly confused when she said 'everything' after looking over and seeing that I still had my boxers on. I'm a little embarrassed about the size of my penis, but obliged anyway and took them off. I laid down on the massage table and she began to cover my body with hot oil and massage me front head to toe, it felt so good that I nearly fell asleep, at least until I heard her say 'turn over please'. I slowly turned over and couldn't help. "What?" Miss Addiscombe asked in consternation, "My virtue, that is not yours to wager!" Oh Mary, how exciting!" Mrs Grayson exclaimed drunkenly, "Oh think of it, that great house!" Then will you wager it, Miss Addiscombe," I asked, "For Castlefields?"She stared at Mr Collins uncertainly, shocked."For the house, not the estate, house and contents, is that clear?" I asked.She paused for a considerable time and then, "Yes!" she said with a finality we all took for agreement.We were dealt two. A moment later I could feel his cock pulsing as he moaned and swore, coming inside of me with a passion that I found myself envious of.Afterwards… he wanted to make small talk. Get my number. Set up another hook up. Secretly Brewing. His cum dribbling down the insides of my thighs as I leaned against the graffiti covered wall pretending to be cordial, telling him what a good fuck he was, how I wanted to do it again, promising to give him a call – all lies. I wanted, more than anything, to.