I reached over and held the back of her head so I could get deeper into her throat without knocking her back each time I was thrusting into her mouth.... It was so hot watching her throat contract each time she forced me deep into her throat and a few times she would just hold me in her throat until she needed to breathe again. After about 10 minutes of this Cheryl stood up, pulled her top over her firm tits and her pants down and bent over the desk that was there begging me to fill her. No harm, no foul, she kept stroking him and squeezing him and letting out quiet moans in front of him until he was so hard he’d thought he’d burst.“Valerie ... that lube over there ... prepare my man. Jon, prepare me.”“Yes mistress,” they both said.The look of glee on Beatrice’s face was so precious, Julias almost laughed. But, better to just smile at her, and savor the expression.Both kine came back with bottles of lube. It was rather expensive stuff, silicone based and made for working under. " Exactly what I wish for; I will apprise my mother of my intention, and return to you." But shall you be allowed to go into Normandy?" I may go where I please." Yes, I am aware you may go alone, since I once met you in Italy--but to accompany the mysterious Monte Cristo?" You forget, count, that I have often told you of the deep interest my mother takes in you." 'Woman is fickle.' said Francis I.; 'woman is like a wave of the sea, ' said Shakespeare; both the great king and the great poet. I wanted to pleasure that cock, it turned me on.I started to tighten my grip on his shaft and began to stroke him harder, like I knew I liked to stroke myself. I heard him moan slightly. I thought I might cum in my pants I was so turned on, I loved stroking his cock. He arched his hips and I continued to jerk him off. His body shook and tensed, he let out a muffled “Ahhhh” and I felt his warm, slick, sticky cum run down over my fingers and hand and soaking through the thin blanket. I loved it..