It was enough to startle me! If I had been able, I would have jerked in my position. But I could not. I was merely stone; sentient, but stone.He didn'... know that I could feel his hands as they reached forward to brush debris and dust from my naked limbs. I stood before him as he had created me: a life-sized stone figure, proud and naked. The only covering to my charms was my stone hand across my pubis, a modest and eternal shield. Most of my long stone hair lay across my back. The ends were. And it's gonna be just as big a load as tonight's, so you better leave plenty of room in that flat, pretty little tummy of yours.”She just nodded, looking at the floor.“I'm gonna want you to swallow every drop. OK?”“OK, OK! she said and slowly turned and, again, headed for the door. She was walking a little gingerly, keeping her legs apart, her roughly plowed, aching pussy clearly giving her some discomfort.“Oh, one more little thing, princess....” I said.She just stood, turned back slowly and. So a night out was not an option.Lipi started preparing days before the event. She used her mom’s card to buy a BCBG dress. It was a size 0, black mini dress with a laced layer. Then she did her own waist-length hair into beach waves with a couple of blonde streaks.Wednesday night, Lipi and her bestie had a dress rehearsal party at our modest villa in Neuilly. Both ex-cheerleaders had turned 19, still in amazing form, with toned thighs. Beth is a blonde, with a perfect “size 2” figure. We spent the evening in the hotel lounge with live music.She wore her short denim shirt and black stay ups, as requested, and my favorite black silky top. I arranged a couple bulls from craigslist (the good ol days) and I asked them to hang in the lounge and wait til I pryed her with more wine, having them inspecting her from across the room. After about an hour , and her killing a bottle of wine, she was ready to go to the room. I met the bulls in the bathroom via text, gave an additional room.