How much is true and how much fantasy I cannot say and so gentle reader I’ll let you decide on its validity. This tale harks back to an age where me... worked, the women were at home, and royalty stayed in their castles. Speech was not filled with idiomatic metaphors and the world was not concerned about politically correct terms and ideas. I was hired to inventory and catalogue the many treasures housed in Her Majesty’s castle. As you may imagine her holdings are as vast as they are varied and. "I know, but I hear you two having sex all the time. For a lesbian couple, you are noisy when it comes to this department. So, tough shit if you don't like me masturbating to you two. I've played with myself just thinking about you two hundreds of times, so I have to take advantage of this."I gave her a rather dirty look, but Miranda's hands angled my face to hers. "Make sweet love to me."I smiled as did as they both wished: I fucked her outside on my car in front of people. Her hands came up. When he was all the way in, I heard him say almost effortlessly, Im counting to 50 this time. I panicked again and tried desperately to pull away, but it seemed to use up more of my energy that way, and made the time go by even slower. When I finally relaxed, he was already past 20, and making his way to 30. When he reached 40, he leaned down over me again (which made his cock press even further into my throat) and parted my pussy lips again. He licked up and down my pussy and flicked my clit. Mr B responded and said well that's not a problem is it, and quickly rubbed the tip of his massive cock against her opening she gasp and her head fell. Standing behind a yukon I could she that he was rubbing her pussy and really working on her, she moaned quietly begging him to stop, don't oh god is all she kept saying. Mr B then said that he had a surprise, she was ready for anything I could see her legs shaking and her red cheeks, Mr B had her in his hands. He pulled her back and moved her to.