.. Diana told Ward why it had been her idea to come to Vegas and get married; Ward busted out laughing and almost slipped again. It didn't take you lo...g to get the Duke into bed, either!Diana was caught up in Ward's amusement. Let's see if I can make you inhale your drink... "Charles arranged to have the FBI's private plane fly us to Vegas last night." Wait for it ... OK, he's putting the glass to his mouth... "We joined the Mile High club on the way here!"Ward choked on a sip of whiskey.. Stewart just wanted to play the role of an asshole to help convince you to fuck me. He was sure that you were the sort that would have an easier time banging a married woman if her husband was a jerk. Apparently, he read you quite correctly, I would say,” Nancy explained a bit as she ate her Egg’s Benedict and relished the Hollandaise sauce.“Look, it amounts to this. We love each other, but our love has faded, even if there are still embers of the once great passion. Also, we both discovered. I thrust into Mom as hard as I could, slamming my balls against her soaked ass. She gave in, grasping my wrists tightly as I pummeled her pussy. She exploded in an incredibly orgasm, soaking my crotch with her steaming juices and cried out, “Oh yesss! Oh fuck yesss! Give it to me baby! Give Mommy all of that big cock!”I responded in kind, lifting her by the derriere and forcing my cock deeply into her as she bucked like a bronco, moaning gutterally at times, and screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”. He placed the featherduster and washcloth on the table gently and walked quickly to the front of the shop. He opened the door gently and smiled at a young woman who was walking by the shop."Dana?" he said. "Would you mind stepping into my shop for a moment?"The girl stopped. She was in her late teens, and her face was soft and delicately beautiful, pale skin framed by brown hair. The only thing marring this vision of loveliness was the fearful look that had taken permanent residence in her.