She has regards for my admiration, her breath quickening, while I look, taking my fill in leisure.My soft gentle fingertips brush the roundness teasin...ly, causing her to arch and offer them to me. I pinch one distended nipple, then the other. Then exhaling a contented sigh I relax in my seat. She cannot bear the distance that separates us and leaning on me, she presses her face to my breast and caresses me while she listens to my heart beat.Yet it still is not nearly enough for us.Pam's intense. " I mumble my agreement. "And the whole world watching. Knowing your my slave. And I can fuck you wherever and whenever I want." God I wish I could touch my clit. Two seconds would do it. His cock starts pumping in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. I take it, every inch I can and nearly all of it. Usually it takes him a long time, but not this time. Clearly whipping my ass out in the open has turned him on too. I feel his cock getting bigger and bigger in my mouth. He moans. My tongue. He was startled to find his father standing, like a stone pillar, right behind him. Jean Chastel raised his musket and the Beast froze in its tracks. For a moment the world went still as man and Beast stood, face to face and eye to eye. Antoine cowered, helpless. The Beast snarled and tore at the earth, but Jean didn't blink. Every creature in the forest was quiet, transfixed by the confrontation. Am I dreaming, thought Antoine? Will I wake now?Then the spell of the moment was broken. The. It wouldn't do any good. So instead I went with, "How could she do that to you?" and "Doesn't she realize what a great guy she's losing?" I looked at Max. My little brother, now sixteen, was a really handsome young man, slim and with broad shoulders, strong arms, a nice face and short, brown hair. We could have been twins. The only thing that made us different was that I was more petite, and had small, perky tits. Max, who already had been a little drunk when he arrived, was now on his third.