A bed without curtains, four arm-chairs, and a couch, covered with yellow Utrecht velvet, composed, with a prie-Dieu, all its furniture. Lord Wilmore ...esided in Rue Fontaine-Saint-George. He was one of those English tourists who consume a large fortune in travelling. He hired the apartment in which he lived furnished, passed only a few hours in the day there, and rarely slept there. One of his peculiarities was never to speak a word of French, which he however wrote with great facility."The day. ?More! I need more!? Motor Ed panted as her rubbed the tip up and down the slit of her pussy. He laughed and pushed his cock into her twat. ?AIIIIIIIIIII!? Kim wailed as the monster cock filled her pussy. She arched up and gasped as the long hard pole began to pound her with long hard strokes. The helpless heroine sobbed and squealed, as she was royally fucked. ?UGH! UG! UGH! UGH!? ?OH! OHREDDDDDDD!? Ed grunted as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. He lay across her soft. As the "E" feeling is getting stronger he tells me to turn over and put my arse in the air. He leaves the room and comes back with a leather paddle that he has kept secretly in his bag. He tells me to put the mask over my head again which I do and then he gives me the popper bottle. It is not easy getting it to my nose but I get several sniffs and feel him get behind me. Then with his hand he starts to spank my cheeks but, again, running his fingers over my cheek after each spank. Then without. Now go take a shower." My bed's all wet, mom." Too bad." Janelle went to her room and got ready for work, then she went down to the kitchen to get her coffee.Tom was already there eating a bowl of cereal. "That really pissed me off, mom. Don't pull that shit again."She could see that he was mad. "I'm sorry, I just got tired of fighting with you every morning." And you thought pouring ice cold water on me would help?" he threw his spoon down and stood up. "Fuck this. I'm leaving." he grabbed his.