She kept apologizing and asked how she could make up for it.I jokingly said how about a blowjob. She told me too get a blanket bc my friend Ryan was t...ere. I gladly got a blanket and I sat on the couch as she got on her knees under the blanket. This was not planned at all, but I seen an opprotunity. I slowly moved the blanket without her knowing. Ryan was across from us on the love seat watching her take every inch of me down her throat. I began rubbing her breasts and eventually took off her. I like when men rub me harder... Ooooooh!"Sir Curtis realizes that young Lady Emmaline is perhaps more experienced in the ways of men than he had imagined. He pushes her down to her knees and releases his cock from his trews.She sighs, thinking to herself that his cock is much bigger than Stan the stable boy and bigger than Lord Dalmain, a friend of her father’s. He was also much bigger than Mr. Dubois, the Frenchman who was her piano teacher when she was eighteen. But it seemed that, like. ..Helping me up the ladder and down. He was touching outside my skirt, against my bottom each time I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I knew why his face was red. "I locked the door," he said. I nodded. “And pulled the blinds so no one can see us.” Of course he locked it. The store was closed, wasn't it? It was January and there was little light. In fact it was dark and people were home. Both his hands helped me down this time. He took me to the back room for more "inventory". I admired her trim shape that was outstanding for a 39 year-old. Then I saw her back. Jesus Christ Karen! I shouted and she jumped a foot. “What happened to your back and who did this to you?” Her poor back was crisscrossed with welts—some of them with fresh scabs showing they were deep enough to bleed. She must have been whipped with a heavy whip to cut so deep. “Oh Jake, I didn’t want you to see that. It doesn’t hurt as much now as it when he did it three days ago.In a calm, even cold, voice.