I kept it wet and placed one more finger in it. By now the fingers were sliding in smoothly.I did not want to prolong. He was groaning and trying to h...ld my dick. I knew he wanted it in his ass hole now. "I want to fuck you in a doggy style" I told him. He knew what it was and in no time he was ready before me. I caressed his butts kissed them and spit on that awesome looking tight ass hole. I placed my cock on it. He felt the warmth of it and so pushed his ass on my cock. Slowly I put my Cock. He stared at the sight of several largecarts pulled by oxen and stout workhorses parked here and there on theflagstones as hordes of craftsmen worked on raising wooden scaffoldingaround the castle walls and towers. Workers carried bricks and pails ofmortar while apprentices assisted their masters with tools and diagramsand teamsters unloaded more goods. The bustle was even louder down hereand it was no wonder that it had penetrated all the way into the count'ssleeping mind. Varnus was. It covered her feet and made her smile in a way I refuse to describe. Each time, just before the tide threaten to wash away what remained of my torture she would strip off whatever she was wearing and begin to dance around the pole, her movements lewd and downright vulgar. She even reached out to touch me at times, but I was pretty sure that was just to see my revulsion, or at least that’s what I hoped. I was convinced that her madness always peaked at that time. She seemed somehow empowered by. “Man, Debbie that was awesome,” said Eric. “And uh… thank you both. I really don’t know what to say now.” He seemed a little bashful and humble. “No problem, it was hot dude. I just wish I had a few pictures.” I grinned. Paul came back in with the towel and began to wipe cum off of Debbie’s tits. He wiped them playfully and seemed to be reminiscing for a couple of seconds and then he looked up at her face, and took his hands off of the towel and left it on her tits. “Uh, sorry. Suppose, I.