The rest of the evening had passed in a blur, as far as Betty was concerned. Her semiconscious state after the quintet had all climaxed together didn'... last long, and she found herself being roped in to try all kinds of new positions and ways. After a while, it all lost its savor, to her way of thinking, and she got the impression that Doug felt the same way.At about midnight, she had made her way to the kitchen, and assisted by Jean, made some coffee and sandwiches. It was at this period that. Well, Isuppose I could let the rest go for now, except for the 'she' part. Wehaven't established any pronoun preference, or even a name for thatmatter." The strict school teacher was gone and there was a gentlenessin Madam Martinique's smile as she looked to me. "Would you like to beknown by the name your mother mentioned in the admission interview?"I winced just thinking of the name. Willamina sounded so prissy and ...stupid! "Well, the name she gave is pretty close to William, which is myreal. Can you work with that?”“Yes, I suppose so. Now, may I have your name?”“I am Guido Giani. What do you charge?”“I would prefer to negotiate two agreements, one for teaching you self defense and another for acting as your bodyguard. How often do you expect to need me as your bodyguard?”“I think that I will need you for that on an average of once every three weeks, but the timeing would vary. Currently, I will need your services for tomorrow afternoon and evening. Are you available?”“Yes, I am.”. The black man got up on the couch and grabbed hold of Emma’s head, pulling her towards him. “Come on, doll,” he told her. “Time for a tasty treat!”Emma didn’t make to move, but her mouth was open where she was uttering hoarse cries, and Winston could easily direct his cock into her mouth. Big Dick gave her arse another slap. “That’s right, show us what a good, dirty little shag you are.”Emma’s cries were muted now, but they were there, and they were hardly noises of distress. Emma was liking.