The men smiled when they saw me, and the woman giggled. She was the first to speak “Lynn is expecting us, and I doubt she’d appreciate her slut m...king us wait on the stoop”. A blond, she appeared to be in her mid thirties, and was dressed in a revealing sundress, her tan bare legs attractively rising from her white heels. The first man handed me a bottle of wine as he walked past, his other hand slipping under my skirt, rubbing my ass. “Nice ass” he said. Surprised, I turned away, blushing. .. Oh, I'm going... Stop..."She released him from her mouth and watched as his cock expanded in preparation of exploding. His body was tensed, every muscle vibrating as he hovered just over the edge of no return but not yet in the free fall of ecstasy. She looked at his face as his eyes rolled back and his neck tensed. She slowed her strokes and kept him just over the edge for a moment, enjoying his impending crisis, then, wanting his pleasure she sped her strokes up once again. She watched as. Horatia found herself at a disadvantage. While her attackers were dressed in the modern style with short skirts that left them free to move, she was in the formal garb that I favour with a long hobble skirt and substantial corseting that made it hard for her to move freely. Even so, she had thought for a moment that she might reach the rack of kitchen knives and so defend herself but before she could do so she was overcome by her assailants' superior strength and a blow from some heavy object. What she lacked in the beauty department she more than made up for in the personality department, and the . . . eh hem, shall we say the well-endowed department. Nadia was naturally very curvy and she was not ashamed to flaunt it. She had perfect caramel colored skin, beautiful, long legs, and a deep cleavage that she never failed to expose every chance she got. Justine could almost see Craig drool at the sight of her. Oh, yes, she thought to herself. She’d definitely chosen the right man for.