Jax held out an arm and was joined on stage by Isabella, curtseying and bobbing like a young Englishwoman. More applause and whistles, and a few quite...licentious remarks from Gabrielle, greeted her appearance. Isabella took her place on the settee, sitting demurely with hands clasped on her knees. Jax explained that she, as Jacqemo, had paid an unannounced call on the Ambassador’s home only to find, as she had in fact planned, that Amelia was at home alone, her father having left only minutes. Afterwards, I ran a nice long bath and soaked away the worries of the past week. I wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel and did the girliest thing I could think of – I painted my toenails. There wasn’t much hope for my fingernails, not when I’d worked with my hands every day since I turned six, but I did moisturize from head-to-toe in hopes of smoothing some of the rough edges. I even put product in my short hair and made an attempt to style it. I had a few bits of make-up left over from when I. . ahand job? A blow job? About getting off, I guess.You can imagine my surprise when ever so gently, with my balls in herleft hand, my cock in her right, she used her fingers and hands with onesmooth motion to pull and splay my scrotum, and then firmly squeezed andmassaged my shrinking hard cock down onto it. I knew something strangewas definitely happening when she did that, but then this happened: shepushed her whole hand, fingers first, into my scrotum and then insideme.#Denial had done a. I'd sometimes found myself moist "down there" when I woke up in the morning, but I never really thought about why."This is your cunt," he said, a teacher to a slow student. "Say it, please." That is my cunt," I whispered obediently, quivering all over."And this is your clit," he said, in the same tone.He rubbed his palm along the length of my dripping opening, scraping it cruelly across my little button near its top. I jerked so violently that the chair came entirely off the floor and made a.