In any case I didn't find any secret plans or pictures of Chancellor Hitler.The kitchen was next, also clean. I didn't want to open a door and wake up...a servant, so I was going to leave and call it a day. I was passing the door to the cellar when I heard a noise. I slowly opened the door. Luckily, it was well oiled and didn't squeak. I went down a step at a time and listened for another noise. The sharp crack of a whip and a muffled whimper was heard. I pulled out my roscoe and continued down. " I rubbed my shaved head and tried to smile, but must have shown a bit of hurt in my eyes, the wounded pride of once vain man."I think it's cute." She touched my head as she spoke, as if to reassure me that she had meant no insult and let her fingers linger for a moment."Um, I guess I had better see if my car will start and hit the road." I finished my drink and stood up a bit too quickly, swaying as if I had had one too many."Steady, there, take a few more minutes, have another drink." She. I told him that his dry spell was over and started to unzip his pants.We backed up and I sat on the bed and unbuckled his pants let out a beautiful dark chocolate cock that was about 7.5 inches and as thick as a Red Bull can, and had huge balls as well. He pulled my T-shirt off and then he removed his. While he he took his shirt off I start licking and kissing the head of his cock. I took my tongue and licked circles around his helmet. His cock was like solid wood with a silky soft covering on. Deciding I didn't need to finger her clit at all, I decided to try a few different positions, getting her legs over my shoulders as I deep sticked her - making her grunt as each stroke bottomed out against her cervix. I was at that steady rythm for a few minutes when she asked if she could be on top - hell yeah you can I thought, so without exiting her, I flipped back pulling her along and next you know she is going at me cowgirl, resting on her feet, bouncing up and down, panting and cumming.