My body felt tingly with anticipation, of what his next move was. There I was leaning back on a stool, with my back against the kitchen bench and with...my elbows supporting me. I looked up at My VP moving my legs around and swiveling on the stool. My legs would spread apart slightly and the close up a little. As I licked the top of my lip, I could still taste his cock juices. My VP spread my legs slightly apart and smirked at me. He then did something that he had never done before. He lowered. " We take great pains to follow your instructions. The color of your coin ensures our greatest diligence." See that it continues to be so. Death would be a welcome release from the results of my displeasure."The inside of the Wayfarer's Rest was even more breathtaking than the outside. All the wood inside had been carefully selected, utilizing only the finest grains and richest colors. The natural hues of the wood were allowed to shine through, no stains or varnishes detracting from the natural. I will tell what took place over some over 15 years of sharing Monica in a series of stories and remember, they are all true accounts, how I felt, the excitement of offering the woman I loved to others. Monica is the daughter of Southern European parents although not born there, she has coffee tanned colored skin, back then a slim size 10 with nice perfectly shaped tits and well shaped body with the right curves, stands 5'6", has a quite hairy covered pussy as woman of her background normally. I wished I had my glasses on.“We have a few minutes while the water boils,” I said. “Why don’t you comein the living room?” I walked past him through the doorway and brushedhis arm with my hand as I passed, and he followed me. I sat down on thefloor, on the Persian rug, sitting crosslegged so that my panties wereplainly visible. Bruce sat on the floor across from me, one leg doubled up, with his crotchagainst the carpet and the big bulge in his white cotton.