‘Messier le Comte, my name is Monique Sinclair I’m from the Order.’ The small mouse whispered as she turned her right hand to reveal a gold ring... it bore the coat of arms of the Order of The Holy Knights, two hands protectively covering a beaming sun, the old Comte looked at his own family ring flipping up the de la Fère code of arms to reveal the same symbol on Monique’s ring. ‘I didn’t know the Order allowed women in.’ ‘They had no choice, but that is not important now I have been sent to. .. And he stops the foreplay, steps forward suddenly, his front legs up onto the bed on either side of her knees, his chest over her back, clearing it by several inches – hindlegs a little bent, big heavy sheath under his belly brought up behind our girl... We hear Bailey comment, “OOOhh, someone’s in a hurry today!” Clearly not upset or alarmed by his sudden advance ... She wriggles around excitedly under him, trying to push her arse up to meet his meat as he tries to rub his sheath against. I loved to be watched." My hands dug their way to his crotch. I undid his shorts and slowly pulled them off him. His cock immediately jumped out of his boxers and nearly put an eye out. My legs stood up and my hand reached out to him. His hands floated to mine and I yanked him up with me. His shorts and boxers fell to the floor and I took off his shirt as well. My arms wrapped around him and put my lips onto his. To no surprise, he didn't fight me and just gave into his desires. His arms. He would be in the room and call her with the room number then her and I would head over.The call came and we headed over. I remember making out with her in the elevator and putting my hand on her ass as we walked to the room. Her hubby met us at the door. She slipped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, as I recall she smoked and wanted to brush her teeth. While we waited her husband turned to me and said “my wife isn’t a piece of meat!” I said “no doubt, she is a beautiful woman and a human.