To think of it, I finally accepted that I was getting used to this feeling. I was feeling satisfied in a way I've never been before. My incorrigible n...ture; my wanton lust for cock was finally being satisfied. I felt like a slut, but not shameful. I owned it. I didn't feel used, at least not in a way I didn't want to be.I was snapped out of my trance by Rick, who I had been slobbering up and down on moaning and bobbing."Shit, I'm going to cum,"I didn't change a thing, just kept up the. O’Shaunessy, at your service.”“Lady Carter. Thank you for your help.”He bowed deeply.“I’m sorry, Lady Carter, that I did not recognise you. I am 4th lieutenant in your husband’s ship. Should I help you to find a cab?”“No, Mr. O’Shaunessy, I need to visit my husband in the Asia. I was hoping to find a boat,...”“Does Sir Anthony expect you?”“No, I had no time to announce my visit. It is rather urgent.”“In that case, milady, if you will follow me!”“Thank you, Mr. O’Shaunessy.”He was a rather. I knew myself, of course, and my own history of letting my fears stand between myself and my desires. As I dried myself off, I set my self on a plan of one step at a time. Sure, I was using this cliché to give in to a high, but it seemed appropriate somehow.And so, step one – a morning in the city. I wiggled into comfortable cotton panties and a basic bra, pulled on a long thin cowl-necked sweater over black tights and a red tank top. One of my bargains with myself was that hiding the collar. Then he spread her legs, her wet pussy eager for him. He rubbed his thick shaft against her gash, before shoving his entire length inside her.Alicia screamed our in pleasure, her cunt convulsing in pleasure, her juices flowing, threatening to send her over the edge of orgasm. But she pushed it down, not wanting to be punished. Alex loved how tight his mother's cunt was and he could never get enough of it.He started hammering her, his dick ramming deep inside her over and over again. The.