"I'm going to fuck her ass again and then I'm going to come deep inside her, and then you can lick the slut clean!" Mr. O ordered.I didn't think I cou...d get any more aroused than I was at that moment. son just knelt obediently nodding his head in agreement as Mr. O took his cock from cum drenched pussy and with one forceful thrust, slammed his cock deep inside my ass. The urgency of the action made me scream with a mixture of startled pain and delicious sexual delight. I fucked against his cock. He scowled at the elderly porter behind the mahogany reception desk. "My cab?" It wasn't so much an inquiry as a military-style reprimand.Noakes, the club's Head Porter, looked up nervously from his ledger and gave a discreet cough, masking it with the cuff of his gold-embroidered frock coat. Lifting the earpiece of an old fashioned candlestick telephone, the obsequious manservant whispered across the empty lobby: "I'll ring them again, Sir Desmond. I do apologize."Five minutes later and much. All the time, I was caressing that lovely arse. Then I got bolder. I inched my hand lower down her bum so that my fingers started to go up between her thighs. Still no obvious reaction so I got bolder still. I pushed my hand further round so that my two middle fingers were well up between her legs. I started to move them forwards and backwards along the seam of her jeans. Still no reaction. I started to press harder against her crack where her cunt should be. I applied pressure in a rhythmic. At the age of sixteen, she collared a servant girl for her bedroom service and tested out her creativity in meting out punishment without leaving marks to reveal her guilty pleasures. The little servant girl was called Patricia and she was distant relative of some sort and a ward of the Duke. Her duties as a servant were to help pay her way since her family was totally penniless after being ruined by several ship losses of a suspicious nature.Patricia was a happy girl but was unfortunately.