”“The Line crosses all cultural and national boundaries Jennifer. A lady of this House is expected to be conversationally fluent in at least one f...reign language if not more. I’ll note down some lessons for you with Monsieur Deville. He’s our head chef here. You can learn some cooking from him as well. We don’t want you living off pot noodles and tinned rubbish whilst you’re at university. I’ll assign him the authority to discipline you if your pronunciation is lousy or you burn the cake. You. I worried about doing something wrong that might hurt my boyfreind's feelings well all those feelings went away when my boyfreind told me to relax and that it's alright and it's ok to enjoy another man and want's me to enjoy myself and that he's not going to be jealous and he wants to see us enjoy are fantasy that we always talked about and to get naughty with him and his freind and do things that we only see on porn movies and then my boyfreind gave me a kiss and brought me into the bedroom. ”Sally met my thrusts, grinding against me. She was good, hungry to be fucked and very energetic. I glanced at the time on the wall clock — and plunged harder and deeper into her willing, wet pussy. Suddenly, she started quivering and squirming and her legs tensed. As her orgasm spread through her, I filled her full of my sperm. “Fuck,” she puffed. “I’ve not cum like that in a long time.”I withdrew, kissed her, and said, “Sorry, Sally, but I really must get to my appointment. See you soon,. Frustrated Mark and I collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV in hopes of getting it off our minds for a few hours at least. I mean worse comes to worse we just have the party here and try and think of something special for the guys next time. Mark and I were sucked into Saturday Night Fever. Mark shot up outta the couch after it was over. His mind had taken that movie and turned it into a bukkake party. Original. I’m sure there hadn’t been a party like this one anywhere. I told him it was.