I felt it good but I stopped her.She said, “Please don’t say no, I want you, I need this.” I said, “No.” She said, “Why not when your wife...has done it?”I paused, caught her hands and pulled her towards me. I laid myself on my sofa and above me was Somya. I kissed her sweet lips, we kissed like desperate people tonguing inside our mouths.Then we swapped our places. She lay on the sofa at an angle so that I can have access to her pussy area. We again started French kissing, tonguing and searching. Jane chuckled and directed her to dump her load on the table. Susan complied, but her head was swinging wildly about to look at the kitchen and into the dinning room."Take a look around. I can get the rest, seeing as you carried so much last trip. I'll be right back." Jane chuckled, heading out the door.Susan was spell bound. She hardly dared look around as Jane had given her reign to do. The place was downright elegant!The kitchen was a masterpiece. It had a long deep counter holding various. It was not the favoritism shown to him by the Count, nor was it his growing power and wealth that aroused the Lord of Carrouges to despise him so. It was that Jacques le Gris had seduced and bedded Jeanne, his beloved wife.When he had discovered the truth, he confronted his wife. She made no effort to deny the affair but blamed it on Jean’s continuous and prolonged absence. When Jean had pressed her to name her lover, she refused, so he beat her until she confessed that it was his closest. "He likes yourtype," whispered Chris, "but the little twink he's with might scratchyour eyes out if you made a play for him."Rick's head snapped back from staring at the actor and he felt himselfgo pink. Chris leaned in and whispered again in Rick's ear. "Wouldn'tyou like a daddy to look after you, Rikkie? Would you like to wear yourpretty things for him? Make him happy when he comes home and you drop toyour knees and take his big, hard cock into your mouth? Are you sure youwouldn't like that.