This train of thought was making her wetter. Christ, she needed a distraction. Better yet, she needed to draw Kevin to the wilder side without asking ...or it. She glared at the TV. She could see a smaller, darker version of Kevin reflected in the shiny black monolith. If only she could fuck that darker version of Kevin. Alex glanced over at Kevin out on the chase end of the sectional. How content would he be if she broke a rule? Broke the shit out a rule. Maybe she could manipulate circumstances. I explained to her the event, and she made a crude comment of fucking, and my face reddened.“What you doing down here”, she asked, and I explained that dad had asked me to do a food drop to room 12.“Well girl give him a wank and charge him 100 pounds”, she said mockingly, Lucy was always on about sex, she was in her fifties and divorced for 10 years now. “100 pounds for a hand job”, I retorted in disbelief”.She stood nodding, “A pretty little filly like you, could charge double”, but I laughed. As they crossed over the wide moat surrounding the Chateau, the trepidations vanished from her face instantly, as Arabella took in the grandeur of Trecesson. The reddish-brown of the Shist stone, was brightened by the late morning sun, casting a rich hue to it. The twin towers soared up the sides of the gatehouse, topped with minarets, peaked with bright, blue pendants atop, fluttering in the breeze. The heavy, wrought iron wrapped, oaken gate doors were open, as the carriage passed under the. Turning your head, looking at another man, you told him to mount you and fuck you in the ass, that you loved being double filled. You dropped to the man’s chest, pushing your breasts down upon him. You beautiful ass, wet with the mixed sweat and cum of your recent depravity was waiting, wanting more. The man, on his knees, moved behind you and pushed his own engorged cock into you, slipping in easily. So recently fucked, you were wet and open and ready to accept another cock into your ass. As.