.what shall I say?.............I like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.......Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with butter......I'll bet she would like to feel something else up there ....Oh, go get the wine and the hash, please..........................." Julian quickly disappeared and re-appeared with two bottles of Bordeaux and a piece of dark, oily, hashish the size of his fist. Denis did not wait for another invitation,. Sometimes, when the lucky fellows got carried away and started to batter her flanks with their stinging palms, she looked at him with a pitiful glance wanting his support in the degrading humiliation. He just took more photos and she hid her tears and her internal shame.Being a perfect gentleman, Anthony would always clean her thoroughly after each encounter and massage the kinks from her battered backside and long shapely legs. On rare occasions, she would allow her husband to mount her but. Willie and Pam were such easy going people, they were very comfortable with each other and they became good friends. Looking at their age difference, he was 19 years old when she was born, but that didn't matter 32 years later as they found they had much in common; he at 51, she at 32.The opportunities for spending time together expanded when some new hardware wasn't working right and Willie and Pam were required to spend many Saturday's together in Willie's remote warehouse office having to. His experience and knowledge seemed to be everything that Jack had led us to believe. It turned out that he had been working for several years as gardener for a stately home in Hampshire but had recently moved back to Salisbury with his wife, a local girl, and their five children, as grounds man and gardener for the golf club. He now wanted to get back into real gardening, had seen our advert and decided to come in. After about thirty minutes he pulled an old fashioned ‘turnip’ fob watch from.