Yes, all the way. They're on the floor next to the couch. Yes, it's pulled up completely. I'm bent over on the couch and my butt is sticking up in the...air. Should I start now? OK, I'll have to set the phone down."Britney did as she said, setting the phone on the couch near her face. She then reached her arm behind her, raised up her hand, and brought down a hard slap on her bottom. She followed with another, then another, for a total of 5 smacks. She picked the phone up again and put it to her. "The older man rolled his eyes."Very well, did you ask her to marry you? Did you ask Mademoiselle Giry to become your wife? Or, have you become the cat that ate the canary with that grin you are wearing?"Raoul lifted his leg, draping it over the arm of the chair and began to hum quietly. Phillipe gaped in shock at his brother's uncharacteristic behavior."What on earth are you doing? Have you taken leave of your senses? Someone could walk in here and I have no idea what they would think. Raoul,. He finally answered the door, his eyes groggy with sleep, and I pushed myself inside, grabbing his hair and kissing him furiously. He pushed away with a gasp, but when I grabbed his cock through his pyjama pants, he knew exactly who I was and what I wanted. I felt him grow hard beneath my fingers and I smiled, dragging my hand lightly up and down his hard shaft. I loved the feel of him beneath his clothes. His hands found their way inside my pants and I heard him comment about how wet I was.. "So you like black cock whore?" I asked It took her a few seconds, "Yes my love" she began "Your fuckin' whore likes fuckin' black cock" she added "Your fuckin' whore likes the taste of a fuckin' black cock and likes a fuckin' black cock fuckin' my fuckin' white cunt" she then said and I again resumed whipping her back. I loved hearing her talk so dirty and it made me whip her back even harder knowing my whore could love black cocks. After several more minutes and a good deal of lashes across.