And the other one over my head so I can sniff those stockings where you had your feet last. MMMM you making me so fucking horny little cunt”Ok, this...went too far. I must admit that I was so fucking horny. But I got a bit scared. “You are a real bad boy” “Ohh yes you bet I fucking am” “But I’m done for now. Just keep those stockings and my thong. Have a good night sir” “Hey before you go. What is your name?” Did not have a girls name. So I just told him the first thing that popped in my head was. “I’ve had his ass and I’ve met his woman before. And I would love to have all of you filling me up, night after night, and make damn sure that Denis gets properly ridden, by an Irishwoman and maybe a Japanese and a British lady to boot. Maybe I would even get two sexy Jewish fellows, both of them quite a bit older than me, inside me at once. So, how about we at least consider and discuss it, between rolls in the hay, if you will pardon the American expression,” Eva urged Gustave.“I am open to. I realized right before he did that he could cop a feel if he took the bowl just right. He put his hand over the top of the bowl and her tit slid through his hand as he got the bowl. She smiled as she put the cereal and milk down. Once more he adjusted his shorts and I leaned back and could his see his hard on under the table. She looked at me and asked if I wanted more coffee and I said sure. Then I said maybe an espresso. She smiled and went over the cupboard where we kept the espresso. Mistress stood over me, and watched as my pen wrote checks, letters of recommendation, and more. She gripped my shoulder as I finished, and spoke in a tone that dripped of exhaustion. ‘Good work, dear. I feel tired just from watching your quill whip. Meet me in the library, now. And do bring those lavender oils I so enjoy.’ Still gazing at the desk, I say ‘Yes, Miss Cia,’. I wait for her to leave the room, and rise at a madman’s pace towards the servant’s stairs. I broke into a pant at the.