Miss. P... please, there no need for that. Please remember youagreed to this."Michelle felt his attitude softening and took advantage. She looked up a... himwith her angelic eyes mouth quivering."Mr Grimbald please; how much more of this awfulness is there?"Grimbald gulped he had three tapes and messages left."A few more hours." He said sheepishly then cringed as she burst outcrying."Oh god no! No more please its so embarrassing." Claudia gave adisgusted scoff shaking her head before bidding. The walls were wood paneled in a rich, warm oaken color, matching the wooden floor. The couch was against the wall, facing a window covered with rich looking, cobalt blue curtains. To Michele’s right was a small red brick fireplace, empty now, but a stack of neatly piled wood lay waiting on the hearth. The floor to ceiling bookcase beside it was filled with titles lined up in neat precision from all kinds of authors, Michele picked out Kings and Cusslers, Faulkner and Shakespeare. In the other. ‘Don’t tease me,’ he said in a voice partly muffled by the pillow. So I didn’t. I just shoved my prick straight up his arse without giving him any warning and boy did he jump again, giving out a little squeal. Now this was a hole to fuck, I said to myself as I felt the tightness of his backside surrounding my throbbing piece. Not as soft and pliant as a woman, but flesh that completely surrounded my cock as I moved myself in and out, loving the cramped space I was invading. I held his hips. And the boy behind me, who was no boy at all judging from the size and strength of his cock, rutted himself into me vigorously, finding my cervix with his cockhead and taking great pleasure in bruising it with his violent jabs. He rocked my body beneath his efforts, shoving my mouth down on Michel's cock and only briefly pulling back, allowing me a quick breath of cool air through my nose.I came suddenly and the boy knew it, laughing and slapping my ass, telling Michel how my whorish cunt was.