...alluring. Her nude body called to him, creamy light brown skin, hinting at her Hispanic heritage. Breast, beautiful luscious, high, firm breast tha... he just wanted to squeeze and taste. Her hair slid down her back like a water fall, down to a nice round ass. As ass that shook as the whip kissed her skin. She stood on her tiptoes, arching, asking for more as the whip was pulled back and landed on her skin once again. The moan that escaped her lips was like music to his ears. He wanted that. I guess the blood was just then making its way back in from where she had such a tight grip on me. I looked completely frazzled. We both laughed.I rolled her over on her belly and slapped her ass. “Up on all fours,” I ordered.She gladly obliged. Her ass pointed upwards, and her back was arched as she looked back at me to wait for what was next.Then I led my cock into her waiting juicy pussy. It parted her wet labia and I pushed into her cunt. Her pussy felt amazing. I next grabbed her long. I pulled him close and kissed him. He grabbed my ass and pulled me close. I could feel his erection.He pulled my dress up round my waist and put his hand down the front of my knickers and slid a couple of fingers into me. And that's how it was for the next few minutes as I squeezed his bulge with my hand gasping. Then he put me down onto my knees and unzipped his trousers.So there I was on my knees sucking off some young fella I'd met maybe an hour earlier in an alley. He cum in my mouth. Accustomed, however, as he was to the work, he had to repeat most of the letters of the alphabet and to find every word in the dictionary, so that it was ten minutes before the thought of the old man was translated by these words, "Fetch the glass of water and the decanter from Valentine's room."Morrel rang immediately for the servant who had taken Barrois's situation, and in Noirtier's name gave that order. The servant soon returned. The decanter and the glass were completely empty. Noirtier.