..." He cut me off by again running his fingers from my belly down, over my clit (again receiving an involuntary response from my body), and over my ...ash. "You're wet, you like this, don't you?" he asked. "Ah, well, ah, I guess, yes, it does feel good." My voice was so quiet I wondered if he could hear me. I could feel my excitement building as he continued to stroke me slowly and continuously as we drank our Brandy and tried to make small talk. I was not really capable of following the. I would be serving important people I didn'tknow, and I didn't know why, and I didn't know what would happen if Imessed up.The doorbell rang. I answered the door.On the doorstep stood a tall, rugged-looking man with salt-and-pepperhair. He wore an immaculately tailored business suit. I didn't know whohe was, but I placed him: He'd been in the audience the night of theDebutante Ball. I remembered him checking me out during the GrandPromenade, with the same glint in his eye as he had now."Good. “Oh, God, Louis, you’re just like your son!” Nora groaned as she took Louis’s cock inside her twat from behind, enjoying his thrusts into her that way, while her boyfriend, Jonathan, gave it to his mother that way.“I should hope so, given that we’re family,” Louis chuckled as he fucked his son’s girlfriend very hard, taking her furiously.“You don’t mind that I’m fertile, then?” Nora teased a bit as she took his large cock further into her lovely ginger snatch.“Mon Dieu, non! It is a beautiful. "Hid it like the naughty girl you are!" Kathy pulled her hands out fron Barbara's dress. As she did she dragged her fingernails off of her tightly trapped nipples which caused her wife to cry out into her penis gag. Leaning over Barbara's bent form, so that she was forced to support most of her weight, Kathy worked her fingertips under the lacy elastic waistband of ber wifes panties. "You know how displeased I am when you do.