. she went against my will, on the premise of seeking an alliance with those women down there ... but I know she’ll have been seduced by that bitch ...andia...” She sighed as Veen’s tongue probed her anus frantically as his balls announced the rising of his seed in tortured anticipation, bringing a nod from her to one of the smiling guards who picked something from a glazed cabinet.“ ... our intentions would be all too obvious if any craft associated with the Atalanta appeared in their domain .... The cock that would shortly be in my mouth was right in front of me, and I realised how much more of a mouthful it looked from this angle!My wife removed the poppers on the all in one, and rolled it above his waist “you’ll be sleeping in that” she said “so let’s keep it clean eh? Now, what do you say?”“Please may I suck that cock my mistress?” I said, and I meant it.“Ask him” she said “even like that, he’s more of a man than you”I blushed, even now that stung and I looked at the floor “please. Unfortunately, like a lot of myths about Victorian sex and sexuality, it turned out not to be true, LOL, but I figured I would not let the ‘truth’ get in the way of a good tale. This was far too good a way of writing about repressed female sexuality to let go. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go. I started ramming her holding her hips and she was moving her hips against mine, we settled into a nice rhythm and after I while I stopped pushing and she went back and forth sliding over my dick. I bent over and kissed over her naked back and put some water and foam over her body and played, I reached for her boobs and squeezed them hard I bend over and held her hair bun. It got loose and I was able to clutch it in one bunch. I pulled her hair and held her hips and started fucking her.