He would sink his cock all the way in, and then let it sit, giving me time to get used to it and to breathe around it. But then he would really start ...umping my mouth, his continued grip on the top of my head firm and unyielding.He told me to change positions and lie on my back on the bed, with my head dangling off the end. He repositioned himself and I knew then that my mouth and throat must've been lined up perfectly for him to fuck like a pussy - because that's exactly what he did for the. We ended with duck, still red. I watchedas they all ate it with relish, then tasted it myself. It was so tenderit melted in my mouth and the taste was divine. It was after three whenwe left the restaurant. We dropped Pierre at the fashion house, then thestaff loaded our packages in a taxi and Pierre instructed the driver totake us to his house which was a few blocks to the north off Avenue deFriedland.Pierre's housekeeper showed us to our rooms, throwing open the Frenchwindows which gave onto a. Somehow, I reasoned quickly, we'd rolled over in the midst of our coupling. But something else seemed wrong as well. I clearly remembered the feeling of my body penetrating into her warm cavity, the feeling of being inserted into something external. This didn't feel like that. It felt similar, but there was no external component - it seemed to be internal.I moved my arms and levered my body up off Linda - and proceeded to get a couple of extraordinary surprises. The pillows lifted, and. We got to the bathroom and I put her down on the side of the bath, she turned on the water and then came the words I was longing to hear. ‘Would you help me get my clothes off?’ Within seconds I was on my knees pulling her trousers off as she used her hand to take off her top. When I slid the trousers down underneath I was surprised to find a tiny black thong, this was when my brain went into melt down. ‘Does she always wear these? Was this a plan? How do I explain this to Luke?’ I slowly slid.