And he told me to reach back and spread my ass cheeks. This felt awkward but also very hot. I loved how my tits felt hanging off the edge of the ottom...n. He then straddled the ottoman and me and slowly pushed his cock into my asshole. When he got about half way in he laid more over me and put his hands on the floor. He was straddling me with his left hand down my left shoulder and his right hand down my right shoulder. Now I must say at this point that a tall ottoman or bed would not work here. “Sandra loves being licked,” I whispered as I commenced licking your clit as teasingly as possible.As I lifted your ass to please you better I ordered, “Put your feet on my shoulders.”“Are you enjoying him watching. “Is he enjoying watching?”After what seemed like twenty minutes of me licking and teasing you we both heard him growl, “That was at least the ninth time.”“It was,” you boasted.“My man told you I was good.“Your turn on is also my turn on.”Then it was my turn to sit in the chair while. " A whore?" I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.She nodded. "Courtesan is the word they like." She snorted derisively."Why, Madam? We've got good contacts now." She evidently knows all the nabobs, the high mucky-mucks. She's Welsh, I think, perhaps she's a Scot. Her name is," she picked up a note, "Tiera, did you ever hear such a thing, Tiera Mac-something-or-other. Here's her address; a description of her home really. She certainly lives well, this one." She handed the paper to me. "Go see. "She laughed and broke eye contact for a moment. I had no idea what was on her mind, but obviously, it was something. I watched her for a moment, but my eyebrows went down."I guess I should be flattered. You're focused on me, for whatever reason, so you're missing the signals." What signals?" Well, like Gerald eyeballing you behind your back. Even just then, his eyes were on you, and he was slathering his lips too. Gerald wants to have sex with you, Alison. How can you possibly not know that?.