Jayme got to her feet on wobbly knees. "Put those hands behind your head and push out those tits!" I don't know what size they were, but they were hug..., and perfectly formed, no sags, the perfect forms of youth. I reached out and grabbed her nipples, I twisted them violently and pulled her too me. "How do you like cock slut?" I smiled as I pushed her to her knees. "Go ahead Jim, it looks like you're about to blow!" I slapped Jayme's breast hard, it was a beautiful sound, as soon as she opened. The maid and I ambled through the hallway to the front door. She waited behind the threshold of the door when I walked outside into the fresh air. In front of the manor were both a mule drawn wagon and a set of men. A young man held the reins of the wagon animal and looked around the grounds with disinterest. Two estate guards sat comfortably on their idle horses watching the guests. It was the large blacksmith that drew my attention. The ebony man's barrel chest and thick arms bulged even with. "Come in"I went in and was grateful for the air conditioning. I wiped my brow clear of sweat and followed him through to the kitchen. We said nothing, we had both done this enough times to know the routine by know. He got two cold beers from the fridge and handed me one. I gulped it down my dry throat and gave a satisfied 'ahhh'. He took the bottle and put it in the bin.The suit was a older guy, maybe 40, with broad shoulders and his hair was thinning. He had a muscular physique, but more like. Jamie had on a sexy night gown tied around her that she had purchased just a few days earlier. They had just finish up playing a game of pool when Derrick walked up from behind. He reached around and undid the front of my wife’s night gown. She had nothing on underneath it, and he slid it off each of her shoulders and down onto the floor. He then brought her over to the pool table and bent her slightly over the side. He undid his pants and moved in behind her lovely ass with his hard cock. He.