Ginger Hamilton-Northleigh, the Duchess of Ridgeley, although beautiful, was in very fragile health and had been pregnant, the last Heather heard. ‘...here is your wife, sir?’ Cameron’s features hardened. ‘She has run off with her lover — that joke of a French count. The father of the baby I had thought was mine.’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking.’ He smiled again. ‘I think you know why I asked you to dance, Heather.’ ‘No, I’m sure I don’t,. As I expected, he pushed down harder than before, I received his dick and concentrated on deepthroating him, and he push his hips up hard. His cock went even further than before, hurting and stretching my throat. He pushed down and made small, fast fucking motions. I opened my eyes, which were teared up by now, and saw his balls up close. At that moment, I thought about my situation: I was getting throatfucked by a dude who is 4 years my senior and about 50 pounds heavier, he has at least 7. Of course she didn't have that head oflayered shoulder length blond hair, or those full lips that begged to bekissed, or those high full cheeks.When they had called on her she was known as Jerry. Jerry Stapper, one of theup and coming office executives who dressed in gray three piece suits, hadhis own office and who spent most of his time on the phone making sure thethings that those above him wanted done got done as scheduled. He hub-nubbedwith the upper executives and sparred with the other. I found the hot fluid flooding over my cock and puddling between my thighs as I sat in the cramped tub extremely arousing.Then with a delicate movement Stella had stepped into the tub and was standing over me. She then squatted down so that her butt was just above my thighs as she faced me. She rested her forearm along the tub side and spread her legs wider. Liv lowered herself too and took hold of and pushed my straining cock forward so that it was pointing straight at Stella's plump mound..