All her inhibitions had left her along with her garments. The final, almost invisible covering, her thin lace panties began to be drawn down over her ...highs, exposing her totally hairless mound and still firm buttocks. The night air against her damp naked flesh made her quiver with excitement and the cold hard fingers, pressing and probing her most intimate places was sending her to a wonderful place she had never before experienced. “No... I...” she began to protest but in truth she was past. "So, um, this might be a bad time to ask this question but, have you, uh, done this before?" asked Cass, keeping his ear pressed against Tristan's heart. He shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and contemplating his response. "Yes." "I guess that explains how you're so experienced." Life's not a constant comedy, Corinthos. Anymore stupid questions to ruin the moment? I'm sure you're just full of them, Cassius thought. He really had no filter. "Funny, I could say the same thing. The fatter digit seemed to please her as his mouth consumed her, however, when he placed his wet finger by her bum hole she went rigid and froze. Unperturbed he entered he none the less; both digits filled both holes, his tongued lashed at her sensitive nub and in no time he could hear her begin to whimper and sigh. Her body rocked and rolled to match his rhythm; slow and steady. He carried on his duty and the sounds above grew higher in pitch and more rapid. The hand on his head got tighter.. I was grateful, however, to have had such a wonderful experience for the better part of two weeks. We arrived at Ariana’s suite and entered. “I want this night to be special for you, as it will be your final night of living in such style.” I could only agree. Ariana pulled another cigar from her bedroom humidor. Dangling a Cohiba from her lips, she lit it expertly, smiling at me through the smoke. She playfully exhaled a stream of smoke into my face. I was well beyond aroused by this point.