Ninety minutes later, while Armand was going over production figures for the Midwestern states, the Wench arrived carrying a couple of DVDs and a few ...heets of hardcopy. The statuesque redhead entered and knelt, nude, beside Armand's chair, presenting the documents. Until very recently, the Wench had gone by the name Felicia, and had been pursuing a promising career in modeling -- but about a month previously, she had drifted into Armand's orbit and become a toy. Armand had submitted her to a. It was almost incomprehensible, it was so foreign a sensation, but it was also an exquisite and unique pleasure to share, and I gasped as it washed over me.I’d also sensed Ben through his fingers on my balls, but more as background noise because Angie’s emotions and senses were so overwhelming. Still, although muted, I felt his pain and angst at watching my cock disappear inside his wife even as I was jolted by the intensity of his arousal and excitement. It was momentarily befuddling that he’d. He was a swimmer in High School like me and was the total surfbro type even down to looks with his shaggy blond hair. People constantly teased him about it and referred to him as "Spicoli" due to his resemblance to the famous character from "Fast Times at Ridgemont High". His body had been refined from years of surfing & swimming and his cock was larger than mine at 8inches but was cut and was more slender with a more bulbous pronounced head. I knew this because we had shared girls together. I asked her what she thought about the pantie snafu with Morgan and Corina said that was a lot more complicated. I said I was worried that she was angry about it and really hated that I had her promise with the panties. I said it made sense that she hated the whole thing and I was really sorry. Corina kissed me again like she did before and then smiled at me. Then she asked me if I heard her say she would do anything I asked and I told her she said it more than once. I told her I was really.