" Liar!" Dowling cried and lunged forward.Braithwaite stopped him, "The document is here," he averred, "Read it!"Lucy was with them and she rushed for...h, "No tis a sham!" she cried, "Let me see!" and she grabbed at the parchment, and read down the page, her expression turning slowly from anger to utter fear, "It cannot be!" she protested, "Father!" See, there is no offence," Braithwaite insisted, "For John is Lord Beasdale," Father!" Lucy cried, "This cannot be!" Lucy," he said, "I am so. Dew is forming along her, its scent overpowering me. With the slightest touch I start to invade her with my tongue and lips. No smash and grab this but an insistent and inevitable seduction of her delicious hot wet cunny. Textures of hair, hot slick wet flesh and now that taste. Fuck I could die now complete in my knowledge of woman; the joy of contact with the ultimate in sensual pleasure. My tongue explores deeper into her. Jesus Fucking Christ! I’m the luckiest man alive!She puts her hands. And i could see him smile. He tore apart my lingerie and i could sensed the beast in him. And then all of a sudden my thoughts went into a void.I could feel his tongue invading my pussy and the pleasure it was giving was above imagination. I just moaned out loud aaaaahhhh fuck..and his speed doubled up. I could feel a strange feeling building up in my body and then all of a sudden my body jerked in reflex and again and again. It was an orgasm, the first ever for me. The pleasure, oh god, was. Behind me, a brick wall. In front of me, four men. We were in between two windowless bank buildings now. I was helpless. The men circled me, smiling widely, staring at my body. I had just got off work. I was a dancer at a local show restaurant. I was wearing a jacket, a corset, tights, and high heels. I realized then that my neighbor must have been watching me for awhile; getting to know my routines. I'd seen him lurking but didn't think he was a danger. I was wrong. It made me feel very turned.