”When I carefully looked around, I was able to see that the worried look in Bellcauniel’s face had eased a bit. Not much, but a bit. Thanks a lot,...maybe she could have warned me at least a bit about what was going to happen.I was about to leave the room and go sulk and be on my own when I was stopped at the door with a hand on my shoulder. I was almost sure that it was Bellcauniel and I was ready to snap at her, when I realized that the person who stopped me wasn’t Bellcauniel, but Immianthe,. Dam, I was hoping for another foursome. Well so long as I get to fuck Sam I’ll be happy. Entering the stable I find straw bales laid out in a line, just one person wide. One end is inclined, basically a straw lounger. Sam strides in wearing a crisp white shirt showing ample cleavage, a purple thong that barely covers her pussy and high heels, showing of her shapely legs. Sam commands me to strip and lie on my back on the straw lounger. She then swings a leg over my legs, facing away and bends. This story isn?t for peopleunderage. So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories don?t readfurther.By Domme Mistress and GretaFrom Gary to Greta Part IVAgainst my better judgment, I decided to wait two more days, to savemyself until Thursday. I did the house chores early in the morningtotally naked. I know that being Prussian, my cock is about two to threeinches longer and much thicker than the average Parisian. Whoever waslooking at me must be seeing that.My wife had called the houses. "I haven't got a place to take you to, Martine", he argued weakly. "Married men have those sorts of problems."Again, she demolished the obstruction easily. "That's alright", she said. "I've got somewhere I can take you."He knew that he was beginning to weaken. The heat of her sweet breath on his cheek was an aphrodisiac. Already, he was uncomfortable below stairs. And her limpid eyes were intoxicating, holding him, and imprisoning him.He started to rationalise, to clear a way through his.