An intimidating pommel horse stood between Sean and the mirror.“Please remove your clothes, Sir.”Melanie’s polite request was accompanied by her...hand pointing to the table in the corner ready to take Sean’s clothes.“Only if you remove your top,” he replied, staring into her sexy brown eyes that were surrounded by a heavy set of eyelashes.Melanie never hesitated; she pulled her white lace top over her shoulders and placed it on the table.“And my bra?” her hands already grasped the front fastener. She says that she is called to speak for this man, and that he tells that he did not do this and that she believes him and speaks for him strongly. And she says that her speech is so good that others believe her and he may go free without punishment.And then she says that, after this is done, the man tells her that he did do the evil but will nevertheless walk free because he may not be again accused of the same deed. She says that because of this she leaves the work that she does and does not. 'I'm so glad that you're not angry; I don't know what made me do it. Thewhole thing was bizarre, he was a horrible man, unshaven, dirty working clothes but this just made it all the more exciting.''What about the other man?' I asked.'Men.' she replied, rather sheepishly. 'Men.''HOW MANY?' I almost screamed. 'How many? 'No! No don't tell me, not yet. I couldn't take any more yet. Tell me later when we are in bed and I have recovered some energy. Because I'm going to fuck you out of your mind. We. You massage your sweet pussy in gentle circles, relieving moans from your lips, making the desire build. Your hips rock above me, grinding in circles against your hand, in a frenzy. Then, you slow down. I watch and drool as you insert one, then two fingers inside, beginning the grinding again. Your moans of ecstasy heightens; your hips grinds faster, more urgent. A shudder spreads from within your hot sex, through your body, making you convulse as your orgasm takes control of your being. You.