I looked at each of the men, slowly, one by one. There were seven of them, and they came in all sizes and ages, from a young man clearly not out of hi... twenties, to an older gentlemen in his sixties. "So," I said after appraising them in silence for a moment. "What would you like to do to me?" Fuck, of course," the champagne pourer said, his eyes knowingly seductive."Then let's do it," I said, smiling back. I sat my glass down on a nearby table, then took off my pearls, handing them, and our. Now that it was upon her in unexpected fashion, she hesitated in what she must do. She ran from her room and went for her daughter, Heather, but found her way becoming blocked from approaching men. She turned in despair from where her daughter and her two cousins were and ran for the storeroom, her thin slippers keeping her footsteps quiet. Passing a small window, she looked out and saw the headless body of her husband and felt a stabbing in her heart and nearly collapsed, but resolved herself. Back at the house I found that Maria had finished eating and I asked is she was sore from having sex and he said yes. I explained that I would not enter her again for several days to allow her body to heal but that I would teach her how to use her hands and mouth to bring me to an orgasm during that time. The entire time we had been talking I had been caressing her body slowly and I could see that she was responding to my touch. I began to kiss her softly over her entire body, from the top of. You begin to become more aware of your own body as you watch the woman on the bed being slowly fucked by the athletic man’s massive cock. You start to imagine the weight of it, the smooth hardness of it in your hand, the erotic maleness of that thick ridge of vein underneath it. There is an intense tingling between your legs and, as if bidden by your thoughts, you feel my own cock sliding between your thighs. You raise your leg slightly and I easily drive myself inside you with one long, steady.