Amanda had used some of the gambling money from Samuel to open a publishing company and as a hobby had started writing books, under a nom de plume of ...ourse. Her description of her writing as ‘Jane Austen with red blood’ meant that under no circumstances could they be associated with her! That was her secret occupation, even from Samuel. The string of houses of ill repute he owned were his secret from Amanda. As time went on, the brothels became not just a business for him, but also a hobby. . - Like a good boy...- Suck it.- Like a good boy...Sir Edmond starts moving in and out, still holding my head tight, I lift my eyes up and we have eye contact, like before he seems to like by humiliation. he fucks my mouth for a few minutes and Sir Vatier starts to talk again.- Wonderful Dani.- You're a good boy...- Now...- You're a good boy...- Sir Edmond will thank you...- Because you're a good boy...- He'll thank you...- You're a good boy...- With his cum.- You're a good boy...- And you'll. I leaned against the railing of the portico and took a long drag from my smoke. And another. And another. Wiping my eyes, smoking and missing my Dad.When I got back in the truck, it was 4:00. I had plenty of time to get back downtown to the Cathedral. I decided to head in that direction anyway. The Cathedral of San Agustin was an historic site, and I knew if nothing else, the chapel would be open if I got there early. I needed some peace and quiet.For at least half an hour, I sat in the cool. I wrapped my tongue around her bouncing chest and dug my nails into her thighs. Faster she moved, deeper and harder I could feel her dripping wet cunt and hear my cock slap in and out of her. Working me up into such a frenzy she rolled off and onto her knees. She looked back at me and smiled begging for that which she loves the most. Moving between her legs I slid two fingers into her wetness, hearing her moan and arch her head back a third slid in. She moved herself back on my fingers, riding.