His hand was still on my ass and I wanted nothing more then for him to play with my asshole. Jim, please play with my asshole. Please, I want both of ...y holes filled. Please. I begged him to finger fuck my asshole and he happily obliged. He smacked my ass hard again before reaching around and roughly sticking his index finger up my ass. There was no need to wet it as my ass was already so wet from my pussy juices. Oh fuck oh fuck! i started to scream as he fingered my tight little hole, my. . in creating this 'situation,' as you call it?" "Indeed," was his reply. "When I first saw Claire at that place I was struck by the natural resemblance to my wife; and with the cooperation of the managers--elicited by means of certain financial arrangements--I was able to enhance it. The wig, the dress, the . . . ah . . . accouterments. It amuses me to have what you might call a demi-monde replica of my so respectable wife in such a place. I occasionally make use of her myself, but more. Her eyes were alive, shining, her face showed so many feelings, and I noticed her hands - they were so nice - long, thin fingers, and nice, not very aggressive, nails. Her hands were still holding her notebook.An idea came to my mind. I smiled."So, Doris, the opportunities pass by you?" Yes."Now she was sad."Doris, can I invite you to a strange experiment?" Well, ok." I am the opportunity. What can you do to make me stay with you?"She looked at me stunned. Then I could see the understanding. His slightly narrowed eyes move about the first floor again as he hears a small thump, and he mounts the stairs, wondering where you are. At the landing atop the stairs, he halts briefly in wonder... the air slightly warmer up here... the scent that reaches him unmistakable. Still something keeps him from calling out to you, as he moves silently in his bare feet to peek around the corner into the bedchamber.. and he swallows hard at the sight that greets him. Certain facets are hidden in.
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