Just moments from falling asleep myself, I felt a weight on the bed, and a new warm naked body press against mine, it was Shelly. I turned and her smi...ing face looked into mine.I see you made up your mind. She whispered. “I loved watching the way you held her ankles and pounded her into the bed. You need to do that to me. We’re going to have a great rest of week. You won’t be alone in bed, you’ll have two hot young pussies to tend to every night.”She kissed me. “Thank you for bringing me and. Mr. Wayne wasn’t an idiot to say, ‘Yes,’ without thinking about anything. What if I would do something really wrong and bad in future? I didn’t let Mr. Wayne think a lot, as I stood up, reached for my panties under the skirt, and pulled them down. I was showing the real slutty side of me. I dropped my panties on the floor, and bent over the table in front of Mr. Wayne. My fine ass and sweet pussy was right in front of Mr. Wayne. Now his mind had stopped thinking, and his cock was getting. I reached down and started playing with myself. I watched as Flynn reached to the side, poured some lube on his hands, and rubbed it on his pucker.The chat window stirred again, this time with more crap about tips. Now I got what was happening: people were giving him money to put on his show. It was the online equivalent of throwing cash at a stripper. The bottom of the page even listed sex acts with the prices for each.Flynn pushed the dildo up his ass. I loved watching it disappear into. There was much satisfaction, for Jean to hear both the Count and his former rival, Jacque le Gris call him Sir Jean. Over dinner, Jacques asked how Marguerite had faired in his absence.“My wife’s condition is no concern of yours, Le Gris,” Jean replied curtly.“I was only being polite,” Jacques replied with a smirk. “I won’t ask how your mother is doing, for fear of offending you further.”“Sir Jean,” the Count said, stressing the word sir, “there is a small matter of the loan you secured to fund.