He strolled out of the drawing room with two glasses and a bottle of port. He extended one glass to me."A taste before, Mistress Smith?" If "Smith" so...nds absurd, I couldn't go by "O'Brien" and move in society circles. The Irish were SO not acceptable."Before what, Captain Butler?" I inquired. My tone was innocent but I knew the devilish amusement that flashed in his eyes was matched by mine. I sipped the wine. Good port.As I placed the glass on the end table he came up behind me. His arms. I left the pool strolled bk to my room thinking about this guy I just see I walk into the room slowly opening the door and I heard some noise so snuck in and to my suprise there was my husband with the Russian girl bent over with my hubby's big cock inside her and she was loving every minute of it my hubby has a big cock and she was taking it all he was thrusting in and out so hard and deep and u could hear how wet she was so I was watching getting really wet and thinking about getting my way. I was getting quite aroused again watching as the water rinsed the soap off their smooth skin. As each got out of the shower, I handed them a towel. Black haired beauty thanked me as I handed her a towel. It was nice to see her not sobbing. I really think the shower did the girls good. When they were both done, I made sure they were tied securely and I joined Jeff in the living room. "We are going to do well with this, son." Jeff said, "You'll see." The next day Jeff left early to take the. “ ... this isn’t a social visit.” She couldn’t wane. He was a Ventrue; just repeat that line. An Invictus Ventrue.“Oh? What is it?”“I want to talk about what happened last night.”He didn’t even flinch. “What happened last night?”In that moment of him acting like nothing happened, so smooth and perfect, she felt her insides burn. Her inner-beast almost sent her into a fury right there, with how rage exploded and filled her limbs.She shoved him hard enough to send him back five feet and onto his.