I pulled my two fingers out of Darren, sucked on them for a second and gave Andy the wettest kiss I possibly could."Fucking hell, you guys are somethi...g special!" Darren almost shouted.Andy looked Darren straight in the eyes and said, "I want you to fuck her. In the ass."I couldn't believe my own ears. How the fuck would I be able to fit that monster cock up my ass? In an elevator? And to be honest, an elevator that might start again any minute now?Andy pulled me close to him by pinching my. Currents of intense pleasure were rippling through her body and, when he turned his head slightly and she felt his tongue probing between the lips, her pussy started humping up into his face. ‘Oh, Aaron, that feels so wonderful. Please don’t stop,’ she beseeched him. He didn’t answer, nor did she expect him to say anything. His mouth was far too busy giving pleasure to himself and to her for him to interrupt himself for anything as pointless as talking. Aaron’s mouth continued on its slow. His only vice a love of the fairer sex. Since he had abandoned his own country for England, taking service as a valet, he had in vain searched for a master after his own heart. Passepartout was by no means one of those pert dunces depicted by Moliere with a bold gaze and a nose held high in the air; he was an honest fellow, with a pleasant face, lips a trifle protruding, soft-mannered and serviceable, with a good round head, such as one likes to see on the shoulders of a friend. His eyes were. What if I had not believed her when she told me that I was not welcome in her home, ever again? What if I had gone there anyway? I pictured the scene, me talking to her through the closed door. I played it in my mind. Mrs. Ford would tell me to go away. I would plead for her to let me in. She would accuse me of doing disgusting things and using lewd language in front of her son. I would tell her that I could smell her scent through the door. She would disbelieve me but listen anyway. I would.