The pleasure he was receiving wasunlike anything he had ever known before. He didn't want it to everstop. She disengaged for a moment and raised her...head just enough thattheir eyes could meet."Primrose," she said silkily. "If I keep on making you feel good andthan finish you off, you ARE going to do the same for me. Aren't you?"Her fingers didn't stop toying with his sensitive nipples while shespoke. "Mmmm?"He could only answer, "Yes," because his mind was deep in the sissy zoneand was. Did something happen on your travels?" the lady asked."Your Highness?" Michelle frowned in confusion.The lady curtseyed and apologised: "My apologies, miss. I know you don't like that title. It… it was a slip of the tongue. My apologies." I am a royal?" Michelle’s confusion grew to its peak.The lady’s eyes opened up in horror. She gestured Michelle to sit in a lavish baroque chair. The lady then removed Michelle’s muddy hiking boots. She regained some of her composure and asked the question. Then came Deepa 22 -24 years of age, chic, can pass off for a model for a toothpaste or a jean or a shoe or lipstick, or just about anything!! Big bee stung lips, and the most amazing tooth, I could divorce my wife for her, she was bi-sexual and Pooja, I learnt later had prevailed upon her to come for the Party so that I be introduced to her and who lived with her single mother and apparently was making out with her mother and loving every bit of it. She had pierced naval and a stud in her. We were coated in each other’s love. I cleaned his face with long laps of my tongue, finishing with another kiss on his soft lips.I retrieved two warm washcloths to clean his face, then mine. I wanted his body to rest and cool for a moment. We had a long way to go still.After a drink of cold water I returned to my unwitting mate, his mast still at full sail. I swung my leg over him and leaned forward, our faces nearly touching. I brought my breasts forward and pushed them into his face.