. Ils ont continué à me traiter de pute, de chienne. Plus ils en rajoutaient, plus ma cyprine coulait...Et ils s'y sont mis à trois pour me fister....Chacun leur tour, ils ont plongé leurs mains de pervers dans mon sexe enfiévré... Et j'ai joui à nouveau ! Cuisses bien écartées, j'étais à leur totale disposition. Ils ont répété sans cesse que j'étais leur salope, leur garce, leur putain... Je ne leur ai pas donné tort. C'est ce que je suis et je l'assume !Après ces premiers émois, je leur ai sucé. “Surely you cant be serious!”...“It’s been going on for months apparently, She employed him when he left school at 15!”...“That’s disgusting; what does she do with him I wonder?”...“All manner of things; sex games, according to their gardener. “...“Why does her husband the bishop put up with it?”...“Apparently it’s not an uncommon practice amongst some of the French ; a mother may sometimes teach her pubescent son bedroom behaviour; as part of social behaviour!”...“Sounds like a good excuse to. She told me it all started in school. She went to a mixed school and guys and gals always sat together. The guy she sat with used to put his leg across her thighs and this gave her sexy feelings. So one day she took his hand and put it on her thigh during class and moved it up to touch her panties. She said this was electrifying for her and it soon progressed into him having his hand inside her panties.She said she later got an uncontrollable urge to let guys see her cunt. She was frightened at. He ordered easily, as he seemed to do everything. Appetizers, the main course, even a light wine for the fresh fruit tart. Desi was impressed. As the food began arriving, she relaxed and just enjoyed the meal with Scott. He was, by far, the nicest man she had spent time with in a long time. He kept her talking and laughing as they ate their way through dish after dish. He offered her a sample of his appetizer, using his fingers to feed her. His lovely, elegant, capable fingers. She opened her.