Ithu anaithum en nanbam avanin kaathaliyudan seithathaaga sonnan antha kaama kathaigalai keetu naan ippozhuthu manaivi pundaiyil naaku potu sappugiree....Mania pundai mudigalaaga irunthathu athanal naaku podum pozhuthu enathu vaayil sila mudigal vanthathu. Kaama bothaiyil enna seigirom endru suthamaaga theriyavillai.Enathu naakai pundai ootaikul vittu nandraaga naki naaku pothen appozhuthu manaivi haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hmmmmmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaaaaa endru munari enathu thalaiyil kaiyai vaithu thadavi. She had wanted to travel with us but I persuaded her to spend the day writing letters to send to Chateau Blanchard. I hoped either Patrick Jane, or Krish Armityge, or both, would call in to 18 Queen Street and entertain her in my absence. In fact I had sent my butler to Krish's lodging in Adam Street with a letter asking him to call. Thankfully Gerard De Pardieu, Baron d'Abbeville, saved the day by inviting Matilde and her companion/ladies maid, Violette, to accompany him to the Club Français. Stan turned me around, pulled my cock between my legs and sucked on it a little. Stan then moved up to my ass and started to lick it. I told him “not my ass”. He had me sit down on his lap. His hard cock was between my legs and under my balls. Stan reached around and started to masturbate me. He spit in his hand a few times to lube it up. Instead of wrapping his fingers around the shaft of my cock, Stan’s hand was cupped with his fingers going down the shaft and the palm of his hand. Well, that isn't exactly true 'cause watching you come is very entertaining."In the course of getting to know you better I found I cared deeply for you. Had it just been one-on-one then we might have become exclusive lovers and the others would have missed out."I looked from one to another and they realised I was talking to each in turn. Had circumstances changed I might well have been here with just one young woman. They wouldn't have been human if they hadn't wished it was so. They wouldn't.