“ The Dame was completely honest. “My husband heard about it. At first it was just fun, a dirty fantasy to imagine what could be accomplished with...the drug. But the Villain is the Villain. For him it is money. Or; it was.” She remembered her husband had just died. She embraced herself and continued. “When I still thought it was about sex and fun I found the idea of being exposed of the drug arousing. I wanted it. So did the Villain. We got a sample and, well I have been horny ever since. “ She. Her orgasm exploded against the press of his body to hers, and she heard him utter a tiny gasp as her pussy throbbed and squeezed his cock.He uttered something in Italian and gave her a few last slow thrusts with his still firm cock. She found her voice only after overcoming her sensory overload, letting out a shrill cry as her pussy throbbed without seeming end even as his erection flagged. As if still sensing her need, he kept himself pressed to her until she was finally spent.Cassie closed. My tongue continued to explore outside and licked both her lips. I savored the taste of her two delicate lips as if it was ice cream. Her hands were pulling my shirts and her nails dug my back all the time.We smooched that way for some time and she pulled back after a while. She was wiping her lips with her palms.Di – “Wow, I didn’t know you loved me this much.” (with her eyes widened in surprise)Me – “It comes naturally when I see you. But it is not done yet.”Di – “What do you mean not done.. Ballerton asked."We do. I know of him, and have even met him a few times. He is or was a very wealthy and influential cattle rancher. His family moved here during the late 1800's and settled in as ranchers. They did well. He is the last of the Litchfield's. He was honored a few years ago by the governor of the state for political contributions with the rank of Col. in the state militia."He was a pompous arrogant asshole that expected everyone to defer to him, when I knew him. He had read a.