Then smiles down on his precious Amethyst, so dutifully sucking cock and about to be filled by the man between her legs, who was a well respected Sena...or from some southern state. Amethyst moaned loudly around the cock sliding in and out of her mouth as the Senator finally stopped rubbing and shoved his way inside her tight wet hole, letting out a surprised cry of delight, to no one in particular Holy shit this bitch is tight! Ohhhh man, Ive never fucked such a tight hole in my life! Then the. They didn’t. I heard him stop and I knew that he was at the door, watching, and as he took the sight of me in, I heard him inhale deeply. I heard him gasp as his breath caught in his throat. My face, already flushed from the heat, reddened further. I could feel it. I tried to put myself in his position, imagining what he could see; me lying, feet towards him, legs parted, nipples pointed to the ceiling, skin wet and shining in the dappling candlelight. I’m not exactly proud to say that my pussy. She thanked me and I praise her massage a lot. After some time, some extra feeling of lust and passion came on my mind and I ask her to massage me again, on course of massage, while relaxing myself on massage and commanding her show area of massage, a automatic sound came out of me, “aaaaahhh aahhh, moja (great) there, press there more”. In between she asked me, did I like massage, I replied that, it relax my whole body, and I ask her, did she ever takes massage, she said that, she never got. I had always thought of her as one of those high-class, high-maintenance women, the kind that you’d expect to see with men who actually drive Ferraris. Her usually intimidating aura was now broken and vulnerable. I didn’t know how to comfort her. “How do you want to kill them?” I finally risked, in perfect deadpan. She slowly leaned back against the sofa and looked up at me, intently searching my face, controlling her tears. Finally a smile, the first since she entered my house, gently crowded.