‘May I give you relief, Monsieur? It would be my pleasure to pleasure you.’ Tongue-tied, I managed to nod. She gave me a beautiful smile, and sai..., ‘Merci beaucoup,’ as her free hand joined the other washing Mr. Handsome. She settled in a slow up and down motion, seeming to enjoy the sight of her hands at work. Without making eye contact, she asked, ‘Monsieur, do you think I’m pretty?’ The question struck me as so ridiculous I was able to find my voice. ‘No, Becky, I don’t think you’re. I chided him a little by saying that maybe it’s not exciting because he didn’t make an effort to do something exciting. “No”, he said “I’ve tried everything, I think she’s just not interested in getting creative”.That was my chance to ask the million dollar question, “What is it that you would have her to do if she was willing to do anything you wanted?” I asked. “Well on the simple side, I haven’t had a blow job in five years and I’ve never done anal, that’s something I’ve always wanted. On. Chuckling to herself, as she washed the charcoal off her hands, Elizabeth knew she was considered eccentric by the locals, that odd woman artist who rarely left her property, even ordering in her groceries and winter supplies.Perhaps she had become a little reclusive, she had reached out and grasped the unknown just as Taipei had encouraged her to do, but when it was all said and done, she was happy in her own world of sketches and remembered dreams of a jade dragon. If anything her art had. Frank pulled out, went to my wife’s head where she started sucking him off while Ted swiftly made his way between my wife’s legs. He walked up and just kept on walking until he was buried balls deep in my wife’s pussy. He immediately started fucking her for all he was worth. I guess with all the action he just witnessed he had to have some pussy and now. While Ted was pounding my wife’s pussy, she was busy trying to keep Frank’s cock in her mouth. Now my wife is a world class cock-sucker. She.