She new he was drained and almost spent but she also knew that he could fuck her cunt for many hours now without respite. “Marcus, did you like my n...ughty little dancing girls? Aren’t they sweet to fuck with?” “They are but the appetizers for the main course my lovely servant of Venus.” “Until dawn, I will be your insatiable mare my dear Marcus. Be my lusty stallion and shower my hungry pussy with your all powerful love. Stud me until I faint from very ecstasy. Ooooo, Marcus! Marcus! Don’t. ‘Good morning.’ I stop in my tracks. The yellow cart is ahead of me, to my right. There’s a man about my height in a blue uniform, wooden mop in hand, eyes on the floor as he scrubs away. His hair is grey, almost white, but his blue eyes scream like a 20-year-old. His face resembles that of a puppy, big eyes and round cheeks. I continue ahead of him. ‘Good morning,’ I say with a smile, turning my head to the right. His gaze meets mine for a millisecond before returning to the task at hand. . As it was December month so naturally the weather was chilly since evening time.I was following him thru the stairs as everyone were fast asleep due to whole days tiredness in the hall and respective rooms. He had urged me not to remove the outer pullover of the gown in the room itself. It must have gone an embarrassing moment for me if anyone would see me in that full transparent netted gown as my inners were able to view in a dim night lamp too.We both reached on the terrace as I was. Michelle looked over and saw him staring again. She grinned and told me that hewas obviously checking my legs out. She looked down at them herself andexclaimed (a bit more loudly than I was comfortable with), "You shaved yourlegs! I can't believe you did that for me!" Shh!"I looked around to see if anyone had heard. Michelle clapped her handsover her mouth, "Sorry, Don... erm... Donna," she apologised.Michelle reached her hand out then stopped. She looked at me and there was atwinkle in her.