She lowered her head and sniffed. The smell was unmistakable: Anne Boleyn’s shoes had just been polished. Maureen stifled a giggle, then frowned. Th... strange sound!Absently, she lifted the satin skirt and stared at the perfectly formed, silk-shod legs. What other ministrations did William perform for the statues?She lifted the skirt higher, saw the garters that seemed to cut deeply into the synthetic flesh as they held up the hose. Maureen touched the naked foam-rubber thigh-flesh. It was. Oh god, it felt so good. My guts felt like lava. He fucked me slowly, deeply, firmly. My cunt muscles grasped at his thick shaft. My body rocked beneath him. Our tongues intertwined. My arms held his body; my legs crossed behind his backside pulled him into my depths. My cunt was on fire. Oh, oh what a fuck, what a cock. I revelled in his thrusts. Pleasure seared my whole being. I fucked him hard, I fucked him fast. I soared to my climax around his cock. I shivered, rocked and shuddered. I. Until the previous occasion when I enjoyed the pleasure of Carlo cum’ing in my mouth, but this time I got to watch him ejaculate at close hand which was a real turn-on for me … this dog semen spurting out in huge quantities … jet and jet of his potent sex fluid cascading from the tip of his huge, purple cock. It was so hot holding a Rottweiler’s fat cock as it pulsed sex-juice out all over the place. I re-positioned my hand and held his cock right down at the base where his huge knot which was. She puts some kind of curlymop thing on top of my head, too, a wig, and she says justgorgeous, just like a whore who has been defiled repeatedly, that'sperfect. "Now stand up and start to sing," she says, and I hang on to therailing while she half-hauls me up back upstairs and through theliving room, there are typed pages of that book all over the couchand the floor, a lot of them are crushed it looks like, but no Janand no Max. I'm waving my arms and really delivering it, "Theycall me second.