And,’ she added, ‘if I am to call you Gerard, it is only fair that you call me Elizabeth.’ ‘Alright, Elizabeth,’ Gerard said, smiling. Eliza...eth’s breath caught, and she quickly looked away. Why am I so nervous? she wondered. It’s not like I’ve never seen a man smile before. But there was something about this man, Gerard St. Claire, that was unlike other men Elizabeth had known. He was so refined, yet so darkly masculine. He was almost brutish looking with his black hair and tanned skin, yet. Concerned she my loose her wetness I take the twine and pull her clit.... "Make sure you get all the hair and from now on your not to have any, understood?" ........ "yes, but something is missing" as I ask what she says d "should I call you master or mistress?" I think as I watch her pulling up on her pussy lips trying to get to the hair. Humm Mistress will do for now "More wine? "yes my mouth is very dry" and I leave looking at her pantyhose pulling them up in my hands as I pass to the. And Mrs. Jordan, Billy," the older man smiled. Then he looked at Debby, asking, "And how are you this evening, my child?"The girl was looking around as she answered absently, "Oh, all right... where's Jason?"Helen gave a throaty, appreciative laugh. "You and our pet must certainly have gotten on well last night, dear," she said. Then, raising her voice, she called out the dog's name and a moment later the German Shepherd came trotting in. "Here he is, here's our boy... and he certainly seems. After an entire evening of foreplay, it is absolute bliss to finally be inside you. I push myself completely into you and hold it for a couple seconds before pulling out. It is an indescribable feeling to feel your warmth against me unimpeded. I give you a couple more slow, deep strokes before repositioning myself, so I can speed up. Your whimpers and moans fill the room and I welcome each one with another stroke. You are so warm and tight that it's hard for me to think or focus. I can't help.