"How very odd." I don't understand it: Once I have the love of a good woman that should break the curse. Unless…" He grabbed Janet by the shoulders...and shook her a little. "Janet, you do love me, don't you? Really?" Of course," she said, studying the grass blades under her feet. "Truly. Deeply. With all my heart." Janet...I'm beginning to suspect you've taken advantage of me." Are you upset?" No, impressed. Very impressed. But it doesn't help either of us right now. You're pregnant, aren't. The thin material wouldn’t support the weight of my engorged tool, so it flopped out the top, looking foolish.I felt very naughty, standing there in Louise’s underwear. But at the same time, I was incredibly aroused. The thought that the material now clinging to my bottom and cock had, until fairly recently, also been nestling against Louise’s wonderful ass and pussy. I thought that if I touched myself, I might cum on the spot.I realised that I wanted more.Looking in the laundry basket again, I. So, that Thursday evening I went along to a small studio above a betting shop on the high street. When I arrived John opened the door and led me upstairs to the studio. This was well-equipped with lights on stands, various pieces of furniture, including a chaise-longue, a screen and chairs at one end. I could see a small changing room to one side, and a kitchenette equipped with a small fridge and a kettle. And then there were about seven oldish men watching my every movement! They were old. Once she had spied on her father and step-mother through a door inadvertently left open, but it was fairly dark in their bedroom and she hadn't been able to discern any details beyond her step-mother's legs high in the air and her father's hairy bottom pumping up and down. Judging from the sounds they were making they were both enjoying the experience.As he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, the Emir looked down at her face and was charmed by her bright, excited eyes and.