Jack joined her. She was right. Less than a half-mile away, up the hillside, was a large stone wall around a wooden manor house. The air was crisp and...cool tending toward cold, but nothing they hadn't survived before. Jack sat down again and read, "The Marquis de Sade was an inmate at the Asylum until his death in 1814." Jack looked up. De Sade? Everyone knew who de Sade was!"Annie!" he said. His sister turned. "Do you have any idea who we're here to meet? I think we're here to meet the Marquis. Seeing that I could manage this without her assistance she seemed quite pleased with my efforts to obey her commands. Now I was lying on my back and my cock was rock hard and sticking in the air."You may be afraid of what I am going to do to you my sweet and subjugated captive," She said with a giggle as she leaned over and kissed my hard rod. "Though there's one part of your anatomy that seems to be responding favourably to my ministrations."She stood back once more and surveyed her handy work. Precum dribbled from the tip. He looked to be about 7 inches long and a couple of inches thick. Starting at his balls, I made slow, wide, wet licks along the underside. Holy shit! He groaned. That feels good. He brushed my hair back so he could watch me lick him. I picked up his dick and, looking into his eyes, wrapped my lips around it and took him all the way into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed and he slid down until my nose was in his pubic hair and his balls were. " I whispered back. Damon's hand went to my inner thighs under the sun dress I bought but never worn until now, and I flinched. He pulled away before I could even feel his fingers. He put his hand up in front of my face "Am I still wrong?" He said. I looked at his hand in astonishment. His fingers were wet. Liquid was slowly running down to his palm. I'm wet. No, I'm soaked. I hadn't even noticed. I've never been wet before. No man has ever been able to make me wet, nor make me cum, and now I.