I took a small sip and washed it around my mouth. I looked at Gitano as asked, ‘It’s a Chianti, isn’t it? But nothing like I have ever tasted.�... Gitano smiled, ‘Very good, Ron,’ and as he showed me the label he continued, ‘A Chianti from San Sebastian…but a Reserva.’ As he poured Jen a glass and filled mine, he went on, ‘Pasquale sent me a case and ‘ORDERED’ that you should have a bottle. He said ‘Make sure that the ‘godless Legionnaire’ gets a bottle.” Jen looked at me and said, ‘Godless. I love her more than anybody else that I know, and she knows that. She respects that, as well. We each have boundaries that revolve around each other but they’re OUR boundaries, not from outside us but from inside. Despite the open marriage we have, we won’t disrespect the other person.”“But doesn’t Owen love her, too?”“He does, but I have history and a track record. More recently, because I’ve not been possessive and I’ve been encouraging, I have a better record. I’ve been through the big. Her brassiere was ripped from her upper body so her heavy breasts swung in a pendulous motion, jiggling and reverberating to her every squirm, as she was manhandled roughly, during her immobilisation, trussed and fixed, as some men started removing their clothes in readiness to use her.I was not counting how many men were now in the room, I was drinking and I knew I was the only female in the audience, not as naked as the woman on the stage, but not wearing enough to them fucking me.One rough. I could tell each time her tongue slid deep into Daddy because a guttural moan followed by a growl came from between his lips, and his cock stiffened against my tongue. The wand was pushing me closer and closer to orgasm and Daddy realized it because of my moans and body movements. My hips were lifting off the mattress trying to make the wand touch me more.Daddy whispered in a voice that was more of a command than a request, that I was not allowed to cum yet. Making it perfectly clear that his.