‘Then how about I check…’ I smiled and slide my hand between her legs. She inhaled sharply as I rubbed her pussy lips and pulled my hand away, l...oking at my fingers. ‘I guess I am a little wet.’ She giggled and blushed, placing the book on the nightstand. I smiled back at her as I moved from under her and laid beside her. I pressed my lips to hers without warning, my hand back between her thighs, rubbing her pussy lips. We kissed deeply, I licked the bottom of her lip and she opened her mouth. I tried to stop her and found out my wrists were tied to my headboard andmy ankles were tied to the foot of the bed. I asked what the hell she was doing and she told me shewas helping me let the slut out. She cut my panties off and stuffed them in my mouth then pulled outa vibrator and started fucking me with it. She leaned down and started biting my clit and kept it up till Icame. She pulled the panties out of my mouth and asked me if I was a bigger slut than her. I told herno so she climbed. Wolfgang was certainly no expert, but the mansion must have been at least three hundred years old. It was constructed of stone and wood, with thick ivy growing high along the façade. Inside the mansion, the floor was marble and the walls and ceilings decorated in the Baroque style that had become fashionable in Germany during the 18th century. It was all very impressive to a man who had grown up in post-Stalin East Berlin where style had been quite literally a word without. Julie screamed and whimpered, feeling her snatch-walls vibrate furiously in time to the vibrations."Okay. Just a sharp pain at first. Then you'll get used to it," Byron said huskily as he positioned the purple, slick tip of his shaft directly over Julie's puckered asshole. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing and on the buzzing dildo.Relax, relax, she told herself, remembering some stories she'd heard of how women were able to take their lovers' cocks just as easily in the ass as in.