‘That’s mine tonight. You’re just going to have to wait, lover.’ Steve moved his hand back to his side and looked at her with a silent plea. ...Ingrid ran the fingertips of her right hand down his chest and abdomen and paused lightly on the head of his erection. A wet spot had appeared and she smiled, looking up at his face. She touched it with her fingertip, then brought the finger to her mouth. She smiled as she tasted his emission. He was fully aroused and struggling to suppress his. She fell forward onto me, leaving me looking up at the ceiling past her twat still pressed against my chin and up through her ass crack. She unzipped my jeans and whipped out my, still hard, cock. At first, she licked and tickled my cock-head with her lips and tongue. After tasting the pussies of an army of women that night, I was on the brink of coming, though my cock was sore from being hard almost continuously since Karen and Cynthia used me at the start. Then, "Ah!" I gasped as she engulfed. " Blind fools!" murmured the count."However, be that as it may, the young man made a tunnel, how or by what means no one knows; but he made it, and there is the evidence yet remaining of his work. Do you see it?" and the man held the torch to the wall."Ah, yes; I see," said the count, in a voice hoarse from emotion."The result was that the two men communicated with one another; how long they did so, nobody knows. One day the old man fell ill and died. Now guess what the young one did?" Tell. It was about a ten minute wait. Now I was semi hard. The silences were scary. What was coming? What was she thinking? Remembering how I broke down in front of her last time. The humilation. My stinging ass. How hard would she be this time? Now I hear her entering the room. Sitting down, bedsprings. Silence. I think she really enjoys the game of it. I know I do. Shaking with fear and anticipation. She's probably staring at my ass now. Ice tinkling. Her drink. "Alright Davia, come over here." I.