But that only made him more confident in his actions, because he was pleasing an older woman… a hot and sexy older woman by the name of Camille. He ...elt her insides clamping around him, impossibly tight and that was it. That was his undoing, which was all that he could ever want. His brows joined as he concentrated on riding the feeling to the end. When he regained a hold of his senses he was laying on top of her, his nose buried into the junction of her shoulder and neck. Hair plastered to his. At the precise moment in which Jordan spoke into his walky talky to let Sarah know the room was ready, the cloud that had been interrupting the sun's light moved out of the way and a rich amber glow filled the room lighting up the precisely mounted mirrors focusing the light at the five large sexually explicit and beautifully symbolic canvases Candice had created for the room, painting them under an amber filter Natty had sent her in New York City, finishing them a couple weeks before, shipping. ”“It will require more than the cocktail dresses I have seen you in. I will look on the internet and send you some links to what you need to consider. They will be much more revealing than what you might expect but you will fit right in if you wear one. The women that are looking to achieve the look you are, dress in the way I am going to suggest.”“I also suggest that whatever you pick, you have it delivered to my place and change there, just to save Greg the shock of what you will be. I needed more delights. More depraved pleasures. Justin had turned me into a bisexual pervert. I had lusts that were just as naughty as his. I glanced down at the Hispanic slave quivering on her knees. She groped her golden-brown tits, her nipples brown and hard. She stared up at me with such worship in her eyes, serving me the way she served Justin.A spike of anger shot through me. “Petra, you will lick my asshole. You will rim my butt-hole because you used to pick on my boyfriend. It's your.