The guy inspected me, used a wet-wipe type nappy to clean my asshole and went to work on me! I was in heaven! His fingers poked and prodded me and I c...uldn't help but moan in delight. Another guy came by, this one a dark Latino type and offered to rim me. I said yes. And he went to work on my tight ass for a bit too. His tongue was wiping all my worries away, I can tell you! He munched and sucked like a pro. Everyone was gathering around watching and cheering him on. Then another dude said "I. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my balls, two tighter ones around the base of my shaft; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. "Relax and enjoy this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth." Comfortably positioned, and. . . I apologize for the lapse in stories, readers. I have a few in the works now, and I promise to post them as soon as possible. Please enjoy! I may have a betrothed, but that does not stop me from wanting freedom . . . There is very little that can compare to the crowds during Carnivale season on Sin Street. Shrouded in a bedazzled mask of scarlet and black, I delicately thread my way through the drunken revelers. My two bodyguards brace the path in front of me, insurances from my betrothed. If you don’t know what that means, Thomas, he will only make love to me in the dark, and even then most of the time he doesn’t even remove his pyjamas! He is the type of man that perchance he was ever curious about either his marital duties or a woman’s body, he would never enquire about it, not even with his wife. Furthermore, I seriously think that he is possibly disinterested in anything of a sexual nature other than as the means of producing another male Atherton to carry on his family.