She must have seen the look on my face. I know Angus did."Ah, lass, you look a treat tonight," he said, taking the initiative away from me."Yes ... ye... you do," I agreed lamely.She was dressed in a very colorful blouse that I would describe as artistic in pattern. Like broad strokes from an artist's palette on a background of navy blue. It accentuated her figure as it tucked snugly into a navy blue knee-length skirt. For the first time, I saw that her body was more curvaceous than I originally. It was stunningly fair and my first reaction was a nice hard-soft bite on her arse cheek. Her “white” underwear just covered her butt-crack & 25% of her arse cheeks and was tightly sticking to her fair arse. I bit her a few more times with alternate kissing. She felt pain, but trusted me. I squeezed, & kissed as though I would never get this arse again.She turned around and faced her pussy towards me…and begged me to kiss it. I was stubborn and turned her round again and pulled her white. She knows this, and, the day she discovered that my favourite thing in the world was watching her cum, she started fucking me hard and fast so she could cum before I did.I always, unless we are having a quick fuck in a closet or bathroom stall, make her cum at least twice. I say at least, because she can cum a countless amount of times. Which is also, she tells me, something only I can do (and Dawn if they’ve had a few too many to drink, but that’s a different matter altogether). And with each. Each man was tied securely around the waist and neck to the trunk of a tree. Their arms were tied to branches above their heads and their ankles and thighs tied to trees several feet away. Despite that, he tried his best to double over when my knee caught him in the nuts. Before he recovered, his scream probably woke anyone actually asleep in Paris as the blade of my hunting knife was buried in the tree trunk, securely pinning his cock to the trunk between his legs. Now he had three holes.