"Count," added Mercedes with a supplicating glance, "there is a beautiful Arabian custom, which makes eternal friends of those who have together eaten...bread and salt under the same roof." I know it, madame," replied the count; "but we are in France, and not in Arabia, and in France eternal friendships are as rare as the custom of dividing bread and salt with one another." But," said the countess, breathlessly, with her eyes fixed on Monte Cristo, whose arm she convulsively pressed with both. It was extremely wet. I added a second finger and then a third. I shoved these fingers deeper into her. And softly she started moaning. Opposite us I saw Lex's dick grow further. He looked at us with extreme focus, as if in trance. At how his wife was giving me a blowjob and at how I treated her pussy with my fingers. He took his smartphone from his pocket, took pictures and undoubtedly taped parts of our sex play. He filmed the back of my head, and my dick being blown and my fingers going in. She was getting used to the double enema followed by a garden hose douche and a warm bath. I let her fix her hair and face before handing her a knee length raincoat to wear. All she needed was a pair of panties to work in and they probably wouldn’t stay on for any length of time either.I sat at the end of the bar drinking Pepsi all night long and kept an eye on Melissa. Quite often she would come over to me and hand me her tip money to put in my pocket. She would also send or bring men over to. .. I gotta get this out of me..." Ashley began to move towards the end of the bed, but Derren suddenly pulled her back by her quivering hips."Mmmm, I saw that look you just got in your pretty blue eyes..." he said, pushing her onto her back. She didn't resist him. "I've seen that look on white girls' faces before. The cute blond ones pushin' their coal-black babies in the park, givin' that look..." Ashley stared up at him, her pussy getting hot as a furnace as it mixed with her ice-cold.