Firstly the lights went out. The candles that had been set in position around the room got lit one by one… upon seeing this happening he removed his...jacket and his vest and took his tie off and placed it on the back of the couch, then there was a clink of glasses as she bought in the bottle of wine and sat down next to him. Offering him a glass, he took it from her and held it up as she poured the wine. Firstly into his glass then into hers. The both took a sip out of their glasses. He took her. He stopped the face fucking and casually removed his clothes. The whole room got an eyeful of John’s muscular physique; Fozzi felt great shame as he was both skinny and at the same time flabby with man boobs typical of Moroccan men. Lilly however was losing her sense of fear replacing it with a sense of arousal, an a****l urge to be fucked and impregnated by the alpha male. John bent Lulu over the edge of the bed. Lifting up the back of her cloak he yanked her panties right off of her. "I couldn't drink another," Susan said."Come on, sugar," Charles pleaded. "Don't be like that. You'll learn to like it." "Sure," Carl agreed. "It's a taste you get used to." "I couldn't, really," Susan insisted.Charles forced it into her hand. "Just drink up. There's plenty more.Susan reluctantly took another drink.Charles and Carl were beginning to feel good."Come on," Charles said. "Let's go down to the river and look at the water." Susan didn't want to go, but she found herself being pushed. I would simply run up the steps and in the back door. I would ask the kitchen staff where Sharon was and off I would go. Their home had a waterfall staircase and I loved it. I thought it was beautiful and it was a source of unending fun. The eldest Daughter was my best friend. We would run up the staircase and slide down the railing, giggling the entire time. We were not allowed to wear any slacks, only dresses and skirts with blouses. I must admit that I found it exciting physically as I slid.