. to die for.“I’d rather feel you cum in me, oh ... so good,” was her answer, then she tried a little girl voice, “that way I get good stuff i... both ends.” Next she tried to sound nasty, like a street slut in a mansion bedroom. “Please master, destroy my slut ass and leave me sobbing in beautiful pain. I’ll suck your dirty cock after and consider myself well fed.”I waved off that offer. I never really saw the point of the ass-to-mouth thing. If I come in a messy ass because it feels or looks. The plush cushion on which the lady knelt was set on a bedding of plain straw over a black drape as a precaution against an imminent mess.? The tender feelings of the ladies in waiting, the sympathetic assistance of the royal officer, and the gentle demeanor of the executioner all spilled like smooth calming oils over a turbulent undercurrent of violence which fairly burst from the scene. The fine clothes of the ladies and the royal official were incongruous beside the executioner's plain. “David, I’m sure it won’t surprise you to find out that I became curious about sex years before I started puberty. I had sex education in elementary school when I was seven. My foray into male anatomy and intercourse proved extremely difficult to find opportunities to study. Most boys in my grade had already moved from wanting to play doctor with girls every chance they got to dodging girls, who aren’t in their family, as if we had some incurable plague. Quite disappointingly, no amount of the. She was the complete opposite of the quiet Caitlin. We were talking about school, her friends, the sex school basically everything in no time at all. No subject lasted longer than 30 seconds but five minutes later we were back on the same subject again.With that outfit I couldn't take her anyplace fancy. I chose a quiet Italian place where we had a candlelit booth in the back. A straw covered Chianti bottle hit the table matching the one holding the candle and we were talking again. I poured.