At what time will you expect me?" Eight of the clock. Would that do?" she asked."Of course. Till then," I said and bowed.She returned the courtesy and...entered the door of the great house. It was only then that I took the time to examine the house. It was a grand house and at once I realized her uncle must be a man of means.I wandered the city until eight hardly able to contain my enthusiasm for meeting the delightful girl again. At eight precisely, I knocked. A servant opened the door, I think. I did as you said, standing with the palm of my hands face down on the bench, and then I felt it. You walked behind me as I stood in a prime fucking position, legs apart, back arched slightly and ass sticking up, waiting for you to claim it. I didn’t have to wait long as I felt You stand behind me rubbing Your cock against my cunt. But I was still wearing the g string and I silently cursed myself, hoping that wouldn’t stop you giving it to me. The knob of you cock rubbed my pussy up and. .. Mon Dieu! What was I thinking? Perhaps, I am nothing but a strumpet..."Erik watched open-mouthed as Christine stormed about the room. Her blazing anger awed him as it out-matched even his own and was a sight he had never before witnessed in another person. She grabbed her rumpled dress, which she found lying across a small chaise lounge and savagely pulled it on over her head, fuming and muttering all the while. Marching in front of Erik, she turned and presented her back to him."Lace me!". As I enjoyed the show he asked her, “are you ready for more hands on your body?” She nodded her head yes. She then motioned for me to come over. This caught me off guard. This was not part of the deal. I thought, “well, if I just touch her body, that is no different than going to a strip club. So, as long as it is just touching, I am not cheating”. I made my way over to her and began touching her large breasts. Her husband continued to eat her out as I played with her nipples. After a few.