She had been lying motionless,but as she heard me enter the room she started struggling again.Her nipples were hard with fear,her eyes clenched shut.I...wanted to feel her skin against mine.Putting the strap on down i walked to the bed and sat astride her.She bucked trying to push me off,as they always did.It meant her stomach rubbed against my wet cunt,each time she tried to push me off my clit touched her pale fevered skin. I lent forward,using my greater weight to stop her struggles.Holding. I idolize Nastassja. After all, according to my Grandmother, we share the same bloodline. She tried to seduce me and something went wrong. It was either me, or her father coming over and interrupting us, but whatever the case, she left the party. Without me. Now I was alone with her father. A nudist. Naked. I was so very thankful I had pulled on the shirt. It barely covered my naked crotch. I was leaving a little wet spot in the chair. I knew it. He was talking about something, and I was. Sam sat cross legged beside him. They drank down their wine and Sam refilled the glasses."You're not a doofus, Doug. And you don't creep me out. In fact the opposite. I'm glad you don't stare at me, but I catch the glances. And when I do, before you look away like a rabbit darting from headlights, how do I look?" What do you mean? You're ... beautiful." I think you're pretty damned handsome yourself, but what I mean is, am I staring daggers?" No. You smile. It's ... I like your smile." Yours. Yes, even now, the competition among them did not end.Freya had Amanda in tow, as Roquan had hoped. Amanda was looking slightly nonplussed. Freya had done little with her that morning. She had not activated the thing on Amanda's pussy even once. She did have Amanda service her, but briefly, and Freya did not express either enjoyment or disappointment over it.Now she sat fixing a cold stare on Roquan, quietly indignant, gripping the end of Amanda's chain tightly. She played with it a bit, as if.