"Well, well, well!" the scratchy voice of Wafto chortled. "Look what you've captured, Master! A tender little girl, with a beautiful white ass! An ass...all ripe for a cock like Wafto's to be shoved into it!"The dwarf snickered again and the blonde wife realized with utter horror the implication of his words! In her mind's eye she pictured the squat, toady face and body of the crippled servant and she wanted to vomit; Lord Marlowe's cock in her mouth suddenly became huge and she nearly gagged,. She nibbles his lower lip, feeling his need strengthening beneath her. Alfonse redoubles his efforts, gasping her close. Rasping, his broad arms encircle her shoulders in an entreaty. 'Fuck me' his eyes implore, within them the golden flecks are burning. She shuffles her hips, ensuring when she slides home, she is in control. He's so strong, crafty, and needful that her upper-hand lasts only a few, short strokes. Beneath her, his great body musters its energies. He holds her gaze intently as. This trigged his own orgasm and you could feel his warm wet spurts as he filled your pussy with his slippery thick fluid. When he spilled his last drop you felt him slip out of you. Your skirt dropped down and when you turned to take off his mask for a real kiss he was gone. You ran back toward the corner of Bourbon and Toulouse with his semen dripping down between your legs. You saw me standing patiently by the street sign. You hurried up to me for a wonderful kiss. You blurted out what. She confidently took in a full mouthful, then, in a display of comparative elegance, given the circumstances, closed her mouth, swallowed and then defiantly displayed it to me as being empty. “Happy now?” “How do I taste?” “Like a man,” she smiled dirtily, leaving me to ponder the meaning of that. “I should warn that I spit too,” she commented, taking another mouthful and then promptly discharging a lurid cocktail of urine and saliva back over my cock and causing me to grow too hard to pee any.