The figure is crouched on the floor, it's eyes searching the darkness just as a lamp is lit and all is revealed."Just as perfect as always Lillian," s...ys an attractive raven haired woman lying on a bed and wrapped in silks. Her manner of dress, and her curvaceous body, indicates that she is a proprietor of a mass amount of wealth, as well as the highest paid prostitute in the city of Tabriz."Thanks," said the figure stepping out of the shadows and into the light. Standing before the raven. A few moments later she informed me that Mr. Smith would be gone a bit longer than she though, he had to stop by the store in town. I noticed that Mrs. Smith had taken down her hair. Her grey long hair rolled down the back of her neck as she straightened her back and as a result thrust out her rather large breast. I couldn't help but stare at her busty blouse. My pants began to fit tighter. She smiled and moved closer. I tried not to look down her blouse but I suddenly noticed that she had also. More gasps and moans came out of the darkness, as he inexpertly, but frenziedly pumped her noisy, squelching cunt. She lifted her knees high, and wide, opening herself as fully as she could, and began a continuous, raptured moan. Derek pulled himself closer on his bean-bag, until his was right up close to the action. When Alistair's arm tired, and he collapsed back into the chair, Susan cried out for more, and Derek immediately buried his face in her cunt, licking and sucking noisily, like he. I did not realise until she did get married that she had been having this young lad on the side for all of five years. And Robert and me and the dogs. She was an insatiable girl. They stayed in the village but neither of them ever came back to the stables while I was still there. When she departed she took one of the puppies that had been born the previous year. Presumably it was one of her favourites and it knew how to please her. The way she went on about the dogs, I can not imagine her going.