" So?" was all she said."Marcy, if you remember when I first suggested this, I told you I would not touch you, unless you asked me to." I told her.She...looked down at her plate and said softly "Yes, I remember. You mean I have to ask?"I just looked at her.She said "So, I am asking. I want you to touch me, I want you to make love to me. There, now next time, just do it, O.K."I nodded and said "Last night was rough on me too, but yes, no more asking, just doing."She laughed and said "I masturbated. Edging forward, hanging your legs over the edge of the stage you start to really go to work on your pussy, at least three fingers inside yourself and your other hand rubbing furiously on your clit.Suddenly I see your eyes look up, staring directly in the eyes of your admirer, your body shaking as your orgasm hits and a massive amount of your fluids leave you as you squirt over the two girls sucking cock infront of you, drenching them almost at the same time as he stands up forcing the head of. Still, even as the old harmony was being restored, sorrow was to haunt the land again.During one cold autumn a messenger spread the word that the margrave’s beloved wife had died. The church bells rang in many towns and cities of eastern Moravia, hundreds of subjects prayed for Charlotte von Kaltenbach’s soul. The land mourned the loss of their lady, yet no one and nothing could ease the suffering of their lord. Seasons passed and during that time it was often heard that the margrave had become. "I am a man," he shouted at her."Then prove it. Here I am, waiting for you."He shot a glance around the room at the double bed with the Spanish counterpane,the dressing table littered with creams and lotions, and the heavy d****s hanging sostill at the bay window."Well," she whispered. "Are you going to fuck me?" Yes, you bitch, you fucking well know I am," he cursed and flung himself on top ofher with his hand diving down to pull open her slit."It's about time," she grunted. "Now I'll see how.