And I couldn’t help but to fuck his fingers back to feel them deeper. He then grabbed my hair and picked my head up off the table to whisper in my e...r to shut the fuck up and to lay there completely still. .He said to me “YOU don’t fuck me, I fuck you. This isn’t for your pleasure, you are here for my pleasure. I am not for your enjoyment, you are just my fucking toy. You don’t control this fuck, you just take it.” He shoved my face back down into the table, then grabbed my shorts and panties. ”The two men initially were dumbfounded; the head groom recovered first. A small man — who looked like the former jockey he was — was in his late fifties with graying hair and piercing gray eyes. He almost gasped in amazement when he realized that the Duke seemed to have lost more than 40 years of age. Then looking again at Marion he decided that she must have been largely responsible for the incredible change. Not only did the Duke look much younger, but he appeared to be far happier than he. She sauntered over to me. Her hand slipped into my underwear. I stood on my toes as she stroked my dick."No!" I whispered when she pulled her hand out."Sssshhhh!"Bailey Rose grabbed the sides of my underwear and pushed them down. My hips. My thighs. My knees. My ankles. My feet.Her hands were on my hips, guiding me to the cot. Bailey's fingers on my stomach made the muscles quiver. A guy should not quiver, but I was quivering! Smiling, she pushed me into a sitting position. I watched her throw. " He laughed and refilled my glass. "I think that's unlikely. The Swede's downright picky these days. Mainly she does them nabobs, the tobacco lords from up on the hill, especially them younger ones less'n one signs up fer all day." Well," I said, "can I see her, talk to her?" Not a chance," he said. "She don' never come down here."I headed for the stairs, shrugged loose of his restraining hand after he ran to stop me, and walked up and into the empty dining room. It was impressive with its.