She hoped that Ralph wouldn't hear the humming of the vibrator or her hot, ceaseless moaning. She passed the vibrator from her left hand to her right....With the latter, she worked the instrument into her madly pulsating cunt. She spread her legs wide and arched off the bed again and again, laboring toward the climax which seemed so vital to her.She lunged, hissing great sobs, perspiration beginning to shine on her body, wetting the housecoat which was open and hanging to her sides. One hand. And as I watched you with that cucumber, and saw you with your companions, I became quite impressed with your voracity and hunger. I realized your whorish tendencies would make you a good sex slave for me. You see, this castle is too big for me to care for and still deal with matters I deal with daily. I need someone to take care of the daily running of this castle, while I tend to more important matters.In addition, I too, have a rather substantial sexual appetite, and having someone handy to. I yelped a little but he continued to probe around my asshole until he felt that it was thoroughly clean. He then removed his finger and took down the extendable showerhead and sprayed around and inside my butt, clearing off all of the soap. He dried both of us off, shut off the shower and carried me to the bedroom. His muscular body rippled as he tossed me upon the bed and opened up the Vaseline. After giving his magnificent cock a little kiss for luck, he bent me over and thoroughly greased. As for my quality of life growing up, well, opinion is usually divided on that subject. There is the obvious, puritanical view that living where I did must have corrupted me from an early age and damaged me for life. On the other hand, of course, as a teenager, I saw more naked women than most guys could dream of! All in all, I was an very happy c***d. I was well looked after and wanted for very little. It was a life I could safely recommend.I suppose, by the standards of most young men, my.