You get undressed and hop in, I'll get the lord and master a glass of ice water, can I get you one too?As Kathy walked towards the kitchen I was drawn...to watch her ass. Every time I saw her naked, the firmness of her body amazed me, and now as she was walking away I could see the color in her ass from my spanking. Boy was that a turn on! But the exposure of firm 17 year old tits will always trump a 30 plus ass. Now, I'm an only child, I never had a sister to grow up or peek at, the closest I. She holidayed with Princesses of several royal houses, dined with oligarchs, hosted parties for ambassadors and ministers. She was glamorous and beautiful. She had a lover who was a successful actress although I now knew that her success was largely as a result of Katherine’s threats to film producers and directors. We all know the Puzo story of the horse’s head in the bed. It could have been drawn from Katherine’s real life. It was said that she had done dreadful, cruel things to a ballet. We finished talking and hung up the phone. Kisses to her neck and breasts; hands caressing her legs and pussy, paying attention to her clit, moving in and out of her slit. That was how Jennifer woke. She stretched, smiling at the feelings that disturbed her slumber and opened her eyes. That is when the realization of what was happening. Her Master was not on the bed with her, but there were six pairs of hand on her. These hands were touching her most intimate parts. She started to protest and. I was a little on edge. I think Mike was, too, even if he didn’t show it. Professor Bertolli looked and sounded and acted normal. We didn’t go into any detail about how we’d spent the rest of the afternoon. We’d had a lot to talk about, and I learned some in interesting things about Mike and his parents. Mike’s mom didn’t ask. She could probably guess, and she’d be right.After dinner we sat in front of our little fire for awhile. Mike and I had scrounged all the wood we could find, but it turns.