Icould pay him a little bit … so much per day … I suppose hecould use the money; everyone can … and that raises a question.I wonder ...ow he exists, where his money comes from? He must havean income of sorts … and he can’t be too well off or he wouldn’tlive in this horrible section of town.” Suddenly Sultan growled his deep-throated sound that Carol hadlearned to recognize as an alarm of sorts, and she glanced down athim just as the buzzer gave her a. ” she replied.“Gotcha.” I accepted defeat. “Well, for the record, thank you for having this conversation with me.”She shrugged. “We’re still housemates. I’m under no obligation to forgive you, but we both know I’m probably too forgiving for my own good anyways.” I nodded in agreement. “Just please, please, if you have a moral bone left in you, don’t ever do what you did to me ever again.”“If my word means anything to you, I promise.” I nodded.“Thanks.” she stood up. “I left Carson in his room.. She smiled, the competition between their cooks was legendary. Mrs. Porter had outdone herself this evening and each course outshone the previous. And as usual, the wines chosen by Bradley were a flawless match to every course. Lord Carrington and the other men excused themselves after the meal ended to avail themselves of the late Lord Stirling's collection of fine cigars which Lady Stirling always offered generously to her male guests. As the men strode to the smoking room, Lady Carrington. I do not know what gave it to Barry and he pulled his dripping cock out of me and asked me to turn around with my face down on my knees and elbows. He went under me and pulled my ass high up, grabbing my balls and also placing a hot wet kiss on my huge sized meat shaft.Soon with his both hands on my hips, he was fucking again with complete insertion in relatively slow motion but his rhythm was increasing fast as he fucked me with lust and greed. I was being selfish for my own reason and kept.