The door on the top floor of The House of Octavia had a silver plaque with black print that read “Countess Octavia”. Sally tapped softly and waite... until the countess invited her to enter. Sally had no wish to intrude on the countess “in flagrante”. Such a thing was unthinkable.After a pause the countess bade her enter and take the seat in front of her desk. She questioned Sally closely about her progress in the research laboratory. In particular the countess was interested in the development. Wilson moaned and shuddered, realizing the intent and resolve of Sir Roth to fuck him at the same time as he was being sucked by his classmate Justin. It was sexually immoral, religiously sin, socially so wrong but yet felt so right and pleasing evil that it could not be denied. Wilson huffed and gasped for air as he involuntarily clenched his hole as the larger mushroom cock head of Sir Roth slipped into his ass, stretching him much larger. After all it was only yesterday, he had lost his anal. She was wanting to explore a little of the wilder side. After twenty plus years in an abusive relationship, she deserved a little “No Strings” fun. The night she came over, I broke every rule I had for myself. First, she was completely stunning! Short shorts, flip flops, low cut tank top, her blonde hair laying across her bronze shoulders. I was about to drown in her deep blue eyes. We talked and laughed for hours. As the moment arrived, I froze! I’m not sure if was the wine, the electricity. One of his douchebros is having a birthday? “Hey dudes, watch this: Suzy-Ho, give my bro a birthday blowjob.” (The bros were always bigger, and that’s not just traditional “bashing of the ex,” Troy and Julie can confirm this.)So, you’re going to hear me refer to the others from time to time or they might have something to say themselves. Got that? Good. Back to the story.“We’ve got some concerns about things since we got back from San Finzione,” Julie explained as she sat next to him and I took.