“Not yet?” he teased. He knelt down in front of me and pushed my legs apart, inserting his tongue into my pussy. “Oh fuck that feels amazing,”...I moaned as he tongue fucked me. I felt myself beginning to climax again, he must have felt my muscles tense as he pulled away from me and grasped onto my hands. He pulled me down on the ground with him and pushed me back onto the leaves. He then straddled my face, forcing his cock down my throat. I welcomed it and held onto his ass, pressing him into. He had winced when they had done it to him, and Darren had made some wry comment about 'not being such a girl'. Next Veronica had meticulously reduced his eyebrows to nothing (his face seemed to have developed an unnaturally feminine glow after the facial treatments as it was). Lisa had given his nails a gloss red finish. Darren spent increasing time standing back and observing him in the manner one might watch a show pony. It had been discussed among the conspirators (as far as Clive could. I slid up and down his cock slowly and listened to the sounds of pure wetness as pelvis met pelvis repeatedly. I could tell I was wetter than I had ever been before as it dripped down between the two of us. The smell of sex lingered in the air as our juices combines between us. He pushed up against me, groaning in delight, and I quickened my pace. Grabbing his hands with my own, I held on tight, using him to hold me up. I leaned back, letting him hit my g-spot as we fucked each other hard. Oh. The Earl’s behavior had been beastly, surpassing any that she had seen to date. The men had passed around the servant girls like candy, raping and sodomizing them repeatedly, as if it were a terrible contest to see who could spend themselves most often. When she had made a pithy comment to him during a break in the early evening, she had been shocked beyond belief. Her husband had snidely commented that when he had gone away once, his father had invited him to his bedchamber. There he had found.