There were letters all over it, finely carved into the smooth, polished surface."What do those letters say?" she asked looking up."They say, 'Meo vasa...lus fidelissimus, Hubertus.' It's Latin. A priest tranlated it for my father. It means, 'For my most faithful vassal, Hubertus.' It seems that my great-grandfather held a position of great trust for the Baron's ancestors." You want me to wear this?"Pelle nodded and Ingeburg swallowed hard to overcome her emotions. Her eyes were moist when she. After a couple drinks, my wife was getting buzzed and I could tell she was getting horny. She excused herself to the bathroom and, when she came back, was wearing only the thigh highs and heels. She sat with her "client" on the couch as he slowly put his arm around her and started feeling her soft, smooth skin. My wife then gave me the look that signaled I could leave, so I headed to the lobby. Just before closing the door behind me, however, I caught a glimpse of my wife pulling his cock out. John was a large well-built black man and I was sure that fighting back would only get me hurt. Besides feeling his massive cock sliding between my lips had already made my dick hard as a rock. I decided to go along with it and try to get this whole thing over with. So, I relaxed my jaw and wrapped my lips tightly around the shaft of his cock. “I knew you wanted to suck on this cock,” John said, slowly pumping deeper and deeper into my throat. “Mmm,” I moaned, looking up at him. I reached up. I pulled the knickers to one side and got another condom out, Nicola climbed on the bed on all fours and wiggled her ass at me. I slipped on the condom and manoeuvred myself behind her. I slid the tip of my cock up and down her wet pussy before slipping in. The sight in the mirror was amazing. Her, on all fours, in white underwear, and me behind, in black underwear, fucking her.Suddenly Nicola stopped, and a look of horror crossed her face. She was looking open-mouthed in the mirror at.