You’re here to see Mr. Burton?” She gave a meek nod. “Don’t let him frighten you. He’s as gruesome as the gargoyles on the roof, and just as...harmless.” “Thank you, Mr. Bordune.” “Good luck, Mrs. O’Toole.” In disbelief, she left the carriage and made her way to the servants entrance while Charles remained behind to confer with the coachmen. Rose rang the bell and waited. Her thoughts were so jumbled by her meeting with Charles that when Kathleen opened the door Rose merely blinked at her in a. "Sit down," Carrie motioned for me to sit on the bed between herself and Lavinia."Look I'm not sure about this!" I exclaimed but I sat down and watched as Carrie squeezed some yellowish cream into the palm of her slender delicate hand, and brought it up to my face.I shuddered, "It's cold," I protested but it was the thrill of her soft touch and the slightly perfume of her firm body which caused the shudder, her deep blue eyes just inches away peering intently. "It burns." I added."It stinks.". She had aleather skirt on so all she had to do was lift it to reveal that she toowas not wearing knickers. She mashed my face into her, but not her pussyas I had hoped, but her ass. Still the second best thing to pussy is ass,so my tongue shot out licking eagerly along the long dark crack to herpuckered hole. I savored this new scent and taste and my clit throbbedpainfully. Once again I was ripped from my worship by the first woman.She was now completely naked waist down. She dragged me to a. “Seriously?” Jeff cringed, as if he’d just been ordered to give an old man a sponge bath.“Mm-hmm,” Marcy cheerily confirmed.“Fine,” he sighed in resignation.Marcy tip-toed excitedly over to the dead log Jeff had been sitting on, and sat down to enjoy the spectacle. The rough wood was harsh on her bare little ass, but she was so wasted it barely even registered.She turned her head and discovered that Bert was staring at her in a way that made her feel like prey in a hunter’s crosshairs. She met.