Princess pulled me into the upstairs bathroom to show me how pretty the bride looked on the brink of her joyous union and I was treated to a burst of ...ears that made my tuxedo front quite damp with moisture. My closer than normal for a sister Princess shrugged her pretty shoulders completely bare as were the upper half of her full-bloomed breasts and winked at me to give me a signal to "do something right now". It was a signal I easily recognized and it cause me to spring into action without. This brought back memories of when I had been invited to the Locke mansion. They were the power brokers in this city. I guess being rich does afford one certain rights and privileges and in their case they exploited every one ofthem. They treated everyone like shit especially the help. The only exceptions were the old lady Rose and the granddaughter Samantha. I had met them during the party which I believe was Rose’s fiftieth birthday and the girl Samantha must have been no older than fourteen.. I love to be spanked, stroked, pinched and most other things in between. So, I was lying face down naked and Mike was stroking my back and running a sharp nail up and down my skin to excite me. His nail would start at my ankles and then move up my leg to my bum and then up my back before running down the other side. His nails were leaving long marks on my skin and I was thoroughly enjoying the pain and pleasure of him doing it. He spanked me a few times but then asked me to pick a number. He felt her pussy-lips swelling and growing hotter as her twat became more and more inflamed, her juices starting to flow onto his probing tongue. He had no idea what he would say if she suddenly woke up, but he was getting too excited to care. She looked so sexy laying there with his head between her firm tanned legs. He spread her legs open a bit further, giving him better access to her juicy box. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, his hands holding her hips steady in case she moved.