We just have to make sure that he doesn’t decide to make that a problem.”It wasn’t about revenge on Stan, it wasn’t even about bringing her ow... share to the table. It was about her own pride and dignity.She nodded. “Alright, let’s go. I don’t think I can hold down food until this is resolved.”I drove this time and let her lead me into the facility. Stan was in hospice care by this time. Treatment had been abandoned in favor of caring for the patient’s comfort and dignity. She led me to his room. When the doorman opened the door, Maria jumped out, gave the doorman a warm smile in acknowledgment of his greeting and went inside. As she had hoped, the maître d’hotel was at his stand. Seeing her, he excused himself from a man who had been speaking with him to rush over and greet her.“Mademoiselle la Duchesse!” he exclaimed, “Bienvenue à chèz Maxim!” With that he made a perfect bow and kissed her fingertips.For Maria, that was all she needed to hear. In perfect Parisian French, she asked for. I grabbed his cock and it had become fully hard. “In my ass, now,” I moaned. Ross wanted to kiss me a little more. He squeezed my boobs and kissed all over my neck. “You are so hot,” Ross moaned. “Fuck me in my ass, Ross,” I begged, “I’m your dirty whore, fuck my ass. Fuck me so good and hard that I don’t miss my husband.” My dirty words showed their power and Ross grabbed me tightly. He flipped me over my stomach and made me bend over the bed. He came behind me and his cock touched my ass.. Julez was about five foot tall with blonde hair half way down her back, blue eyes just like her brother's, about a 38B with brown puffy nipples and a rather dark tan against Alexis pale complexion. They were the complete opposite of one another so no man could say no to both of them. Alexis knew where the mystery man was going to be for two full weeks, on board a cruise ship, the perfect place for Julez and Alexis to get their vengeance. No where to run, no where to hide. In the middle of the.