I put one arm around Maria to pull her forward and offered the other to the woman on the porch. "I'm Peter, Julius' grandson. This is my girlfriend Ma...ia."Maria gave me that smoldering look of hers and shook hands with the woman. "How do you do?" Fine. I'm Marian, from next door. 2625. We usually have dinner with JD and Rachael when they're in town and I just poped by to see if wanted to go tonight or tomorrow." Well, I don't know if they're coming up this week, but we'd be happy to join you. I grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled her back to her feet kissing her deeply again. My hand made its way deeper in her jeans this time. I found a freshly shaven pussy and shoved my finger into her wetness. “Your old nasty cunt is dripping” I told her. “Why is your cunt wet?” I asked. She giggled. “Bitch when I ask you a question you answer. Do you understand?” I demanded. “Yes sir” she answered “ Its wet for your cock”.Grabbing her hair I pulled her to my face and whispered in her. „...the Count's boots echoed down the dank stone passage, rousing Misty from her reflections. She shivered as he approached, his rakishly handsome features afffecting her as they always did, despite the heavy whip he carried in his hand and the hard, cruel glint in his eye. Misty was acutely aware of her helplessness, her wrists held over her head by heavy manacles, her pettycoat a ragged ruin that clung tenuously to her voluptuous body. The Count paused before her, eyeing her boldly. When his. With both hands I held her head to my crotch, encouraging her to keep going. Soon my persistence was rewarded with another explosive orgasm.Panting deeply I reached down, shoving her away from me. I loved how rough I could be to her, I knew she actually craved it and the meaner I treated her in bed the more she came back for.Standing up, I watched her go to the en-suite and come back with a towel, about to dry my squirt from her face and chest. “You better not be about to do what I think you’re.