I can widen them, but the stretch of the straps will not allow me to close them. “Does that feel okay?” he asks. And it does. It feels better know...ng that the decision is no longer mine. I feel hot and exposed. I feel the wetness trickle out of my cunt, down my ass and onto the sheet. He looks at me. With one hand, he places a thumb on my clit and begins to massage it slowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. Sliding a finger inside me, he says, “and so fucking tight.” All of a sudden, I. Audrey grabbed a diet soda, walked into the living room, and sat in the brown leather sofa where she could tuck her feet up under her, and sit kind of sideways with a couple of pillows to keep her comfortable. I had actually stopped in my office briefly to grab a yellow notepad, before following her into the room. I took the upholstered chair opposite the couch so we were facing each other. Had we not been talking about business I would have shared the couch with her, and some personal contact. She told me to stand up and reached back returning with some lube. She rubbed it on my stiff prick nearly making me cum there and then. Sara then got in to the doggie position (probably my fav position, although it makes me cum awfully quickly) looked back at me whilst rubbing some lub around her arse hole and fingering herself. I couldn't hold off any longer and for the second time that day I broke another vigin duck and pushed my dick in to her tight arse hole. The feeling was amazing so. My gut was telling me that I was fast approaching another sudden shift in time and I suspected that it would have something to do with World War I and the period right after perhaps right in the middle of the Russian Civil War between the “Reds” and the “Whites” of history. She had pointedly given me a fantastic book about the final days of Czar Nicolas and his entire family with perhaps the possible exception of his daughter Anastasia in an impossible legend never proven conclusively.I had.