” The thought of being caught like this, half naked and being manhandled on Helen’s lap with need and pleasure plastered undeniably over my face l...t raging fires of mortified desire in my depth. I squirmed in Helen’s tight embrace and rocked my hips against that teasing finger. She started fucking me with it, in and out, slowly picking up a pace. Her thumb playfully flicked my clit and pushed all air from me. “Please,” I whimpered between hitching breaths while my hips met her thrusts. “I. You still had your pants on and when I glanced at your crotch, I could see a big tent that had formed. I let out a giggle as I brought myself up and unbuckled your belt, and unzipped your zipper. I slid your pants and boxers down, and your hard cock sprang free, almost hitting me in the face. I sat back and looked at it with awe and a bit of shock. It looked so big, and powerful. You stood up and divulged yourself of your pants and boxers and stood by the bed in your full glory. Raging hard on. Following Daniel’s disappearance into the Parisian night, Annalise had been ready to go back to her room and allow sleep to swallow her whole; but just as she was about to leave the two dancers were introduced by the hotel manageress. Dance had always consumed Annalise like a wild, unrelenting lover. It was her schoolgirl passion, the longing of her heart, the irresistible force of life that seemed to give her the air she really needed to breathe; the motion of nature she needed in order to. She should get ready, but how do you get ready to torture a political prisoner. She looked down at her gown. Jeaves spoke, "If your attire is not to your liking, I can arrange for anything else you desire." Yeah, sure." She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck added gravitas. "This is fine." They're here Minister.".