I remember the day you met your first female lover, the lady who set you on your journey to total sexual fulfilment. You had been to a lingerie party ...rganised by one of your work colleagues. Afterwards, when we talked about it, you told me that you had naively believed that the various items would be modelled by professionals. However, when you arrived, your hostess gave you a number that corresponded to a package on a console table in the hall, wrapped up in pink tissue paper and containing. No whore I’ve fucked has ever looked like this.“Your Grace, my daughter Ella.” I smile from ear to ear. She had an innocent face, perky breasts and a beautiful smile.She curtsies to me, “Your Grace,” she smirks at me. “I hear we are to be wed soon,” I tell her watching her expressions.“I count the days Your Grace,” she purrs at me softly. I gently brush my fingers over her lip.I get settled and await dinner. My cock is eager for my new wife but right now it wants some amusement.“I should. My first thought was maybe there were rose petals in the bathtub, but then I realized whatever it was, it was hard. Hard and round a bit, maybe made out of plastic. When it actually hit me that there was a vibrator in the tub I wanted and tried to get out. But you pushed me down into the tub causing the vibrator to slide into my tight pussy and a smaller piece to slide into my ass. I moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Relax baby. I know you haven’t masturbated in front of anyone. Cadbury was probably the ugliest man I’d ever seen and nauseatingly churchy, constantly wittering on about God and morality. “He’s been shagging her ever since he got Defence.”“Does the boss know?”Riley smiled. “Odd you should ask because I have a little plan. Watch and learn, Lovett.” He turned on his heel and waggled his fingers in a mock goodbye as he approached the editor of one of our great newspapers.I felt a hand on my shoulder and knew immediately whose hand it was.“I am going to take.