Through the gaping door and into the chateau he followed, and his nymph-like guides led him higher into the castle, and finally into his lady’s priv...te boudoir. And the sight that greeted him was breathtaking. Stephanie had already disrobed, baring all of her addictive body to the deprived knight, and was reclining on a velvet couch with silks draped across it. Her head was resting against the breasts of her maiden Lysette, who rubbed a soothing lotion into the skin of his wife. Lysette was. They weren't.I forgot about the listing until a response came a couple of weeks later. The message was short and to the point:I saw your listing. It sounds like the kind of relationship I want to experience. Send me a picture and your number.WhitneyThe email came from an .edu address, which was unusual. I replied, hoping it wasn't another troll. I'd sent my picture a few times in response, only to not hear from the woman again. I guess they didn't notice in the listing where I put my age, 47.I. .. altered for her wedding. Though formfitting, the flowing white robe usually covered the entirety of the bride's chest and most of the legs. This extremely slutty version her future husband had requested had her bouncy, soft milk bags and their pink suckers out in the open. The butt cheeks, as well. Only her smooth elven pussy had any decency unless the slightest of breezes during the outdoor ceremony sent the silk loincloth flapping.“I’m trying to tell you that it always works out in the. The stuff was on my face and I happened to lick some with my tongue as it slid down to my chin. It tasted really weird, unlike anything I had ever taste before – I didn’t really like it. I remember thinking it didn’t taste like pee even though it came out of his cock. I was curious now. I had the stuff all over me and on my hand and it was now cool – I hadn’t thought about it being warm but it came out of him so it must have been body temperature. It felt funny now. It didn’t smell though.He.