He heard the sound of the door close and Meg stood near the edge of his roman style tub looking down at him with a mischievous smile on her pretty, he...rt shaped face. “Is there something I can do for you my lord?” “Get in here and help me bathe and relax wench!” Brian’s smile sent shivers up and down Meg’s spine. She wished she were a woman of quality so she could become this noble boy’s wife. But she had to resign herself to being his full service whore on occasion. Her groin burned. When i got up she was sitting besides me looking at my cock. I smiled at her and again requested for sex. She again refused and said - "ek kaam karte hain. Jab bhi tumhe mujhe chodhne ka ichcha ho to mujhse kehna, main tumhare cock ko chus har uska ras nikalkar use chup kara dungi." she again gave me a blowjab. She now milked me and drank everydrop of it. After that i forcibly pulled the boxer she wore. She covered her love hole with both her hands. When i told her that i will just suck she. Watching these three men really was an extra dimension. The sex we had when we arrived home that night was sensational.I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim my pubic hair - less is more. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long. In her first pose, Abigail had her back to me, so I still didn't get a good look at her face.Odd that, even at that time, I was aware that I hadn't seen her face properly, but it was bugging me for some reason. It's funny, but the quick glance I had of it, when she was being introduced ... well, it had stirred me somehow.Hey look, we're talking artistically here. I'm doing my best to explain what I felt at the time.Using charcoal, I did my best to sketch Abigail's wonderful figure, even if it.