..but I think that will beobvious." She smirked tweaking my imprisoned cock that was throbbingpainfully and weeping profusely..She lathered plenty of ...ubricant onto her cock and then placed it at theentrance of my pussy."Relax sissy let it slide in," she coaxed.I relaxed and the head popped inside, there was a shock of pain whichquickly subsided, then slowly she slid the full length in. When it was fullyin I gasped and wiggled on it, loving the feeling of fullness, the feelingof being impaled,. You could not see her face.I was afraid to bring up the sixth and final picture. I couldn't imagine what indignity the person taking these pictures might have forced upon her. I could feel Christie's hands tightly locked onto my shoulders as I had scrolled through the photos. I don't think either of us was breathing at the time. I summoned all my courage and clicked on the last picture.Diane was on the floor now, huddled in a ball in the corner of the room, trying to defend herself from. " Pull the other one! She may 'ave red hot knickers, mate, but I'm told she puts it about a bit. Especially when she's down in Monaco on 'er own." I wouldn't know, Albert." I turned away from the muck-raker. I lit a cigarette and strolled along the outside terrace to give Alison time to get up to the room and undress. Through the curved ground floor bay window, I watched the roulette session being prepared in the huge Billiard Room.Ringed by about 80 chairs, a huge numbered green baize table,. She was also running her finger around the rim of her wine glass.“Well,” I said. “If you decide he is not coming and you don’t have anywhere else to go. I was wondering whether you would like to have dinner here, with me?”“I would like that very much and the answer is yes. It has been a long, long time since a proper gentleman chatted me up the old fashioned way.”“Well then, let me see if Simon can get us a table. Give me a minute?” I was back quickly with the news that despite it being Friday.