I startedshaking from the thought of what I was going to do.When I arrived, I was met at the door by the sexiestwoman I had ever seen. She was dressed...in nothing but ared bra and thong. Six feet tall with a 38 inch bust,slim waist, and lush hips. A perfect ass wiggled infront of me as she led me to her bedroom. “You get undressed first,” she said. I took of my shirt, shoes, and then the pants. As soonas my pants hit the floor. She was on her knees with mystill soft cock in her. It definitely didn’t look anything like the olive trees that I’d seen on my vacations in southern France during my service years. It was a gnarled, stunted growth that was virtually bare of growth. The only reason I knew that it was an olive tree was because some of the fruit on it had survived the winter. The fruit was withered and rotten, but close examination of what I found and a few pits lying on the ground told me what it was. Intrigued I pointed it out to the others.My companions had. They did lots of running around as we hoped they would be tired and sleep soundly, leaving us to our long-anticipated time together. We even kept them up after their normal bedtime.While we waited for them to go to sleep, we were on the sofa necking and making out, knowing that more was soon to come for the two of us. It was agony to keep my dick penned-in, I just didn't want to wait any longer."Go and see if they're asleep," I begged my sister. She got up and was soon back in my arms."Sound. Of course some pictures would be taken. Due to the nature of the conversation before their guests retired for bed, the men assumed they would not get a chance to further debauch them. The Count said, "Raphael it is too bad that they will be leaving so soon. I thought that it would not have taken much time for the two women to perform in front of cameras for us. We could have made some spectacular color movies of them with their men. Then it wouldn't have taken much time for them to perform with.