. nothing.Well, not quite nothing because on the floor was a pair of classic four-inch, black leather, red-soled, stiletto-heeled, Louboutins, because...nothing says 'I may be a professional but I'm a whore in the bedroom' quite like a pair of Christian's tawdry fuck-me pumps. And then my heart went all boombedy, boombedy, boom and my shower head cunny gave an extra-delighted squirt of juicy pleasure because wrapped around one of the empty coat hangers was an absolute darling black, leather. I hooked the little latch, and jumped when a panel in the wall slid away smoothly. My mouth went dry as I pulled a tool box out, scooting back into the open and sitting cross legged. What was so secret that Davy felt the need to hide it in a secret chamber? With trembling fingers I flipped the lid up, and my mouth dropped open. At first my eyes couldn’t process what they were seeing. Then, as I picked up a magazine and flipped it open to a random page, everything became abundantly clear. A. “Come on Mr Harding fuck me. Fuck me from behind,” she told him. He slapped her bottom as he pushed the tip of his cock against her opening. “Ooooh Mr Harding spank me! Spank your whore”! Jake needed no further encouragement for his naturally dominant sexual side. He gave her a hard slap on her right cheek before plunging deep inside her. Kerry groaned as his hardness filled her. At long last she had a real man fucking her. Just as she had been when Jake had used his tongue on her, so was she. Brook never expected a noble to be introduced to her, much less to see Ram taken as a noble's lover. Of course, Lady Ashley, Third for Oak Leaf was not any kind of noble Brook could have imagined. The girl squatting next to Ram was naked, smelling strongly of her own urine and arousal. Brook's nobles didn't walk around like that taking shepherd boys for their bed. Lady Ashley was sure of herself like Brook imagined nobles being; Brook just expected that assurance to come with fancy clothes and.