Our host poured him a glass of Scotch, his favorite drink. I had one, too. He told me to come over and sit on the couch next to him, and of course I j...mped at the invitation. He told me to stand in front of him and turn around slowly, and he told me what a nice ass I had, and felt it up. My cock started tingling. I sat down next to him, and our host put in a VHS porn tape (this WAS the early ’80’s) Of course, it was a gay flick, and it was about black guys and white sissies. They weren’t. Yes, she was a special girl, but not the kind he had thought initially when he had invited her to the ball. He had taken everything from her that he wanted but not given in return. She had nailed his sexual needs on the head and accepted them. Hell, she had encouraged him to break through his own fears about his dark obsessions and to accept it himself. Now she was giving him the future. No questions asked. No demands.It was an uncomfortable moment for him. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to. "I want you to understand this: all the owners of the estate, and old Langernault in particular, have always considered that the heap of rocks and stones overhanging your head was bound to fall to pieces sooner or later. And I myself, for years, with untiring patience, believing in a favourable opportunity, have amused myself by making it crumble away still more, by undermining it with the rain water, in short, by working at it in such a way that, upon my word, I can't make out how the thing. I rose unsteadily and felt the cooler air of the room on my soaked crotch. No wonder I'd had so much wine; I must have lost a gallon of moisture through my pussy today! I went to retrieve another bottle from the fridge. I was feeling a little tipsy. I drank a big glass of water. With a little luck, I managed to open the wine without any catastrophes and then returned to the living room. Master held out his empty glass and I refilled it and then mine. I put the bottle into the ice bucket and.