I just came here to try and have sex with him, and it sounds to me like he's willing to get up close and personal, which is all the better for me. “...ood to know,” I mutter.“You probably won’t be picked, but don't sweat it. There's always next time.”I'm not sure whether she's genuinely trying to be nice or subtly trying to undermine my confidence. Either way, I wish she wasn't talking to me. I look around. The other women are stunning—I have to admit the truth when I see it—and it makes me. Next, Porky slammed his dick into my backside and commenced fucking me. As he did so with his body supported on his left outstretched arm, his right hand clamped around my neck. Porky now began to squeeze my throat. Any misgivings I had were negated, by the most incredible feeling of exhilaration I felt as my breathing was restricted. I instantly grabbed hold of my knob and commenced tugging like a madman as I gasped for air.As I really started fighting for oxygen a flood of excitement raced. She must have been enjoying the show as her nipples were like bullets. She dropped to her knees; her head and boobs were inches from my cock. I couldn't hold it any longer and I shot my load all over my hand, cock and chest. She stood up, put her nightie back on and, as she was about to leave, she slipped a hand into her panties, brought it back out and offered me to suck on her fingers. I jumped at the chance. I sucked eagerly on her wet fingers. "Good boy. Well, is it the same taste as. , were the following lines, which I can never forget:--"'The great wars of Romagna had ended; Caesar Borgia, who had completed his conquest, had need of money to purchase all Italy. The pope had also need of money to bring matters to an end with Louis XII. King of France, who was formidable still in spite of his recent reverses; and it was necessary, therefore, to have recourse to some profitable scheme, which was a matter of great difficulty in the impoverished condition of exhausted Italy..