Apparently the only one left working in the estate, Mistress Leta was introduced to all of us. She nodded politely at each, though the mabari, the Qun...ri, and the golem still clearly made her a bit nervous. She assured Duncan that the bedrooms were all ready for us, and that she could have a couple of servants in to help, and a supper available in two hours. She pointed us down a hallway that led to the living quarters. There were a few larger bedrooms, clearly meant for important visitors,. Because I am not a fag. Remember, two Decembers ago, I nailed thirty-one chicks in thirty-one days. For sure some kind of American stud record. Probably a world record. Nothing has shown up on the net or anywhere since to eclipse my accomplishment. I know I am not a fag. No fag could ever achieve such a task. Ever. Things then went off the rails. Badly. Barren. Nothing. Empty. Dead. Faded. Gun-less. I am not a fag. I am not a sick, disgusting, worthless piece of twisted garbage. I am con-fused.. She interrupts you, Damn right I will. I dont have no dick to tire me out. I can go as long as I want. She turns to you and says, I appreciate this, man. Its been a while since the wife left. Havent been able to give a woman a good fucking in a while. I miss it. You show her the guest bedroom, and invite her to bring me in alone. It seems apparent that youve already worked out that she wants her privacy so you and the other gentlemen walk into the kitchen and, presumably sit down to dinner.. My cock is throbbing and straining on my boxers for you. Lustfully, you pull my boxers down and move to swallow me. I let you place your lips around the head of my cock only for a brief second; I want you now. There is no time for foreplay. I stand you up. Looking at you eye to eye in my lustful state, I grab you by the ass and pick you up. I lift you up to the point where the tip of my cock can force its self into you. Looking at you eye to eye I thrust my entire naked cock into you as hard as.