What is happening to me? I feel like… like I’m high. I’m high on your cock. I’m cock drunk. That must be it.I don’t care...any more. I’ve reached the point of no return. This is coming now and I have to just accept it. I pull my head off your dick with a gasp and stand up on my knees, my cock directly above yours. I see that look on your face, but I can’t quite tell what it means. I don’t care. I can’t stop stroking my dick. I grip your solid. I'd often fantasised about having Rebecca like that but somehow things had never worked out that way. I handed the photographs back to Clegg."There's only one trouble with your suggestion though," I said as I pulled an envelop from my own jacket, took out the sheet of paper within and handed it to Clegg.He peered at it and read it out laughing, "Rebecca, I'm sorry. This will be a shock but there's no easy way to say it. I think we should end it. It's not your fault. I guess I'm just not ready. I looked at his friends and I could see that they were all sporting hard cocks in their pants. I stood back up as I told him the more the merrier. The three men stood up and they walked me out to his Cadillac. I got into the backseat with one of the men. Go somewhere on the lot where it is a little more private, I said to the man whose cock I had rubbed in the mall. He started the car and drove to a spot away from everyone. I scooted over to the man with me in the back seat. I started to rub at. She had even sent encouraging signals to him, eying the higher standing of a countess.However, her husband had been over fifty when they married, and her life had been one of solitude, for he was suffering from a wasting disease. The Count August of Nassau was barely younger, although admittedly still in his prime. No, she had married an older man once, and she would not do it again.What was more important, during the last year, she found that she enjoyed ruling her small dominion, settling.