She followed the bouncing buttocks of the female for hire up the staircase to the private rooms above. Once inside the room, she took charge of the si...uation and kissed and sucked the drunken slut’s tits until she shuddered and went into a spiral of orgasm unusual for a common whore.Then, she pushed up the female’s garments and anointed her pleasantly plump backside with her harshly striking palms turning her bottom into a field of red rather than white.The princess pushed her strong fingers. Once again, she picked up the book of sonnets, running her hand over the cover. A flashing image passed through her mind, and she lay down on the bed, closing her eyes in concentration. The image returned, stronger the second time. She saw the man in the photo, only he looked older. He was sitting on the bench of a wagon, and she was sitting beside him, reading to him from the book of sonnets. Although the poem she was reading was a love sonnet, she didn’t have the feeling that the man was her. I drop the towel and walk nude over to my dressing table, your favorite chair is just to the side, as I sit down in front of the mirror and reach for my blow-dryer. This is another of those tasks that used to be mundane but after you came into my life became more. You love to sit and watch me dry my long hair, that is as long as I do it naked. My arms lift up to pull the brush through my hair, the noise of the dryer soothing, when my hair is mostly dry, I lift both arms up and gather my hair. He tried thinking of other things, fast cars, basketball, cycling, Jacie and Laura on Jacie’s bed. ‘SHIT! Wait, what in the hell were they even doing?!?’ As he stood there pondering, his cock throbbing against his jeans, the door opened. “See you later babe,” Laura said over her shoulder to Jacie. “Oh, hey you!” She blurted into Jack’s surprised face. “Did not expect to see you here Jack!” Jacie rolled over in bed, throwing her duvet over herself in a panic. Laura, although evidently taken by.