Tearing my eyes from the scene, I quickly ran into my room. Once there,I couldn?t help myself. I took off my panties, jumped into bed and fingeredmyse...f. In my mind I thought of myself in Lisa?s body, in that tent-likegament. Being taken while wearing the burqa, being forced to wear the burqalike the women in Afghanistan, having the burqa covered every part of my bodythat you can look at me but not see me at all. I came then?and it was the bestI ever had. As I drifted off to sleep I thought of. ‘It would be my honor, Madame, to assist you both in anyway that I can.’ ‘Now let’s begin our meal…Bon Appetite.’ Dinner passed very pleasantly. The conversation ranged from politics to religion and many other topics. As the clock stuck 10, Comte and his guests retired to the ante-chamber. A messenger was announced into the room. He was in a long brown riding coat and was covered in dust and clearly he’d been riding all day if not longer. The man bowed low to Comte and his guest before he spoke. The tops of her breasts were a bright pink with excitement. He kissed the succulent flesh, and then opened her bra. His mouth was drawn to her puffy nipples like a little boy to his first all day sucker. The taste of her titties was better than most of everything he had ever had in his mouth. It was like drinking from the coffee creamer his mother had on the breakfast table when nobody was watching. The pure sweet cream was easing into his mouth. Their children would be very lucky to suck on. Yes smack my tits make them hurt, remind me who I belong to, that I am your whore of a slave.” “That is right, take my cock. Ohhhh god I am cuuuuummmmmingggg.” He groans, and then smacks her off of himself. “Go to too bed horny, don’t play with yourself. Maybe in the morning you will be able to get off, if you’re lucky.” Morning time roles around and he wakes to a wonderful blowjob from his wife under the sheets, as she has him almost ready to blow his load. He reaches out and grabs the.