She was on her side now with one leg resting up against the side of my massage table. Both her hands up past her wrists were drenched with Astroglide ...nd some of her own slippery fluids. She had one of my new toys that imitated a licking tongue with added suction. She had it planted directly over her clitoris. With her other hand she was working one of my new anal probes. She had it thoroughly greased and was slowly gliding it in and out of her. She was mewing softly and rocking herself back. She did not know why she dawdled as Nana called it. Yes, she did. She was still afraid. She supposed that she should be. This was to be her wedding day. Her wedding day? To a man that was more legend and fantasy to her than reality. Her logic brain called her a fool, a dreamer, warned her that nothing good could come of such rash and ill conceived plans. But Abby had spent a lifetime listening to that logical side of herself. Being everyone else’s ideal of the good girl. She had been the. After their wives have been in my bed, they return home with a bag of new tricks. Their wives become better lovers because of me. Think of it as a service I am providing.”Louvel laughed at the idea that adultery was a form of educational service. “There are many wives to choose from, Jacques. Why this one?” he asked. “You and De Carrouges seemed to mend your broken bridges today. Why risk reopening old wounds?”“Do you have eyes in your head?” Le Gris asked his long-time man-at-arms.“Of course,. However as I did so the alcohol I had already consumed began to hit me. I began to move in rythym to his movements and was feeling pretty good when all of a sudden I felt someone moving behind me. Tanner immediately got this wicked smile on his face and began to dance a little farther from me. From his reaction I knew it was a girl. Feeling a little nervous I danced with her. Her hands made their way to my waist and she guided my hips with her hands. Her body felt warm as she pressed into me.