The count inquired whether any of the ancient jailers were still there; but they had all been pensioned, or had passed on to some other employment. Th... concierge who attended him had only been there since 1830. He visited his own dungeon. He again beheld the dull light vainly endeavoring to penetrate the narrow opening. His eyes rested upon the spot where had stood his bed, since then removed, and behind the bed the new stones indicated where the breach made by the Abbe Faria had been. Monte. You open your eyes to smile at me as your body moves in tiny ways to match my movements. I slip my finger from you, enjoying the slick sound as your cunt releases it. Bringing my hand up between us, I notice how wet it is from you. I lick the underside of the finger so recently inside you, gazing into your eyes as you grab my hand and run your own tongue along the other side of my digit, relishing the taste of yourself on me. You suck my finger to the knuckle before offering it back to me, then. We walk past Ann Summers and he begs to go in. I tell him they just don’t make clothes for bigger girls. I want to get some outfits that make the most of my wonderful curvy body – I know that’s why he’s with me. I take him to a small shop up one of the side streets. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the assistance and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for.. A sudden surge of lust overcame me and I gave him a slutty, doe eyed look that was all the invitation he needed to what he wanted with me."Let me see this white boy's ass." Mike pulled me up by the scruff of my shirt and pushed against the wall. With my hands up against the wall, I bent forward and stuck my ass out."It really is a nice ass..." Mike said as he massaged it, his thumb pressing firmly against my puckered hole. As he applied more pressure on my ass, I dipped my back even more and.