I finished the bottle and ordered another. Then he told me that it was his Champagne. I asked if he had a Distributor in the UK. He said no. I stood u... and shook his hand and said ‘I am your man’ , I now sell over a hundred cases of his Champagne every month. His son runs the restaurant, his food is wonderful. He cooks using Sous-vide. In March he got a Michelin star. We will lunch there tomorrow.” “Now all the big Champagne Houses use his restaurant and they want their own Champagne sold. So. Old ladies and women with three small children struggle onto the bus and stand there, looking at their new temporary world, while the driver does mysterious and time consuming things outside the bus. Then you're finally on the road again, only to stop in another twenty miles and do it all over again. Except this time someone gets off and can't seem to find his luggage. The pace crawls all the time, and you find yourself wishing you had just walked, because you feel like you'd get there faster. I start to ride his stiff dick moving slowly because of my soreness. He reaches around me and fondles my tits molding them, squeezing and releasing them, teasing the nipple of one while palming the other. The manipulation causes my nipples to harden like points, he feels this and starts to pinch them whispering to me “see how you like getting fucked, see what a whore you are. You know you like being our whore, don’t you?” I shake my head in response “feel how your body responds, feel this (he. And I ... I can have my revenge on your mother!“Karen was never gonna shoot you ... I think. Your seed is far too useful to her ... and your dick ... alive. Leslie, my dear, I think that your daughter has the hots for my son!” Dad laughed as he continued to rape Kathy in front of me and Karen had her way with me.In spite of it being rape, I had to confess that having a gorgeous ginger like Karen ride me had its upsides. The harder she rode me, in fact, the stiffer I was. It was rape, but it.