SPLAT! on Bertie's uplifted, submissive paw."Aaah!" This time it brought forth a howl of rage and pain. "Just what are your damned conditions?" Okay! ...irst, you'll resign as the earl's London agent. You'll do it immediately." Yes, yes, yes. Of course. Of course I will." Second, you'll reduce the price of number nineteen. You'll sell it to Madame Dupont for half the price you sold it to Horace Pratt." But - but that was chicken-feed to begin with. The house is in the middle of London." To cluck. It was easy to explain why, given the sexy photos we had posted of Kathleen in various stages of dress and undress. Even with her face obscured, she was easily one of the sexiest women on the site in our area.We ignored the messages and chat requests for the most part, as we were strictly looking to connect with other couples. However, one single male stood out from the rest. His name was Steve. There was nothing particularly interesting about his profile. He appeared to be an average guy in. ’ Other women? Mal you dirty old man. As if reading Roxy’s thoughts he puffed, ‘These days my wife finds I’m a bit big for her so I bought her a box of assorted toys.’ ‘Oh you considerate man,’ Roxy said sarcastically. Al beamed. Roxy sighed and he asked was she coming already. ‘No I’m not,’ she said feeling offended. ‘Really bash in against me if you wish’ he said. ‘I’m rather strong.’ Oh yes, and the pole reaming her was strong. When Al finally ‘blew’ he sounded like a whale coming up after a. A flash of burning pain filled my groin as my cum-- for the second time-- retreated away from the opening of the floodgates, until the near-orgasm dissolved in a still newly discovered tier of lust, madness, lust, pleasure, and pain. I could distantly hear her own muffled voice moaning loud and long against my cock-- a hollow, throaty sound like a rubber plunger around the bell of a trombone. I felt blood pounding through my temples and sweat bead out through every pore of my body. I looked.