I wished I could grab my breast and pull on my nipples, but all I could do was fight against my restrained wrists. His tongue slithered into my tight,...silky cunt. He brought me to the edge and my sweet juices poured into his mouth. He tongue fucked me harder, spreading my legs so he could push into my depths. I thrashed beneath him. When he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with three fingers, clasping his lips around my swollen, sensitive clit, I felt my entire body tense. My back arched so. His face was clean shaven beneath a large, straight nose and thick lips that seemed most seductive even from across the room as he spoke to this Lord or that Lady. He was also broad shouldered and surprisingly fit to be a peer of the realm which, if all the sycophants surrounding him were any indication, he most certainly was. Funny, she had thought to have known all the eligible bachelors that were available, in fact her mother had insisted on it determined as she was that this was the year. I can feel your knees weaken as my arms support your weight. Slowly I begin to remove your dress, pulling it down over your shoulders, but letting it hang on your upper arm, suspended, as my fingers dance below your throat at the top of your beautiful white breasts. You begin to moan, and my cock hardens, pushing into your backside urgently.With one more movement from my hand your dress drops to your ankles, and you stand, back still to me, with only your bra and bikini panties. I pick you up,. Finally, her full and tempting lips began to form the words I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. ‘It seems I owe you an apology,’ she whispered, again taking my face between her hands. ‘When you’d call me ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Dear’ over the phone, I never dreamed you had such a high opinion of me.’ ‘Well, actually, I feel I owe you an apology,’ I replied. ‘I’ve had a dream my entire adult life of being with a woman such as you. One that I could really connect with. One who was sophisticated, articulate,.