You had almost forgotten about her completely when this snowy December night came along.Anna was standing in the doorway, white snow gathering on top ...f her strawberry blonde hair and her face was slightly paled from the cold. She was wearing a tight purple turtleneck sweater, but was otherwise unprepared for the weather. But it wasn't her appearance that confused you so much. By her feet were two large suitcases and a small handbag, also covered in snow. "Hey." She said simply, her smooth. I was still trying to suck his friends, but it was hard to concentrate. “Hey man, one of you get over here. She’s got another hole we forgot. I think the little cum slut wants it up the ass.” The one named Dave walked over and they moved me around some more. Dave lay back on the couch and they pushed me down on his hard cock. Then Matt kept finger fucking my ass with some lube then he greased his cock up and pushed it slowly against the entrance to my ass. I cried out! It really hurt. I felt. She also wore a garter belt and black sheer stockings.She sat down on the toilet and carefully placed her heels, one on eachof my nipples. By this time I was almost to the point of crying from the pain she was inflicting on my chest. The view, however, was magnificent. She looked down at me between her legs and smiled briefly."A word of caution, Toilet. There are ten ladies out there tonight andwe'll be using you regularly. You would be smart to drink as much of our waste as you can. We. He put a chair on the hearth. “Come, sit.”“Ask the kitchen what they can send up for a gentlewoman who has taken a chill.” he told the maid.Soon, a footman came up with two soup plates, the proper utensils, and a tureen of soup. “Cook said warm soup is good for the chills,” he said. “She had begun this when she heard.”“Are the clothes washed?” George asked.“She is starting on the cloak. The rest are sopping, milord.”The footman served up the soup, poured the wine, and left them alone. George.