Me neither. He couldn't stand to look and rubbed my ass lightly. It was an incredible feeling. I had never felt a hand other than my husband's. I was ...ying on my side and with my leg shrunk and I knew that my pussy would be well exposed. Paulo walked back and forth in the living room, in the kitchen he returned to the room. He was desperate and I was all wet. Suddenly he came back and called me again and I didn't answer, so he lay on the bed and leaned against me. I stayed in mine. He leaned. She then had us strip down, as she sucked on our cocks one at a time.In about thirty minutes the Viagra had really kicked in. It makes your cock as hard as it was when you were a teenager jacking off five times a day. She stopped sucking our cocks and led us down to the basement where she handcuffed all three of us to the wall. She then pulled out the milking machine and explained to us that she was going to milk our cocks all night.She then told us that the object was for us to cum as many. “They were his grandmother’s, and I didn’t feel right keeping them.”Hey, I’m British, not stupid, I can take a hint. “Do you want to go ring shopping?” I asked, trying to keep the fear of rejection from my voice.She gave me what I was to learn was her coy look. Head bent slightly forward, blonde hair falling over her face, striking blue eyes looking up at me. “What sort of ring?”“One with a diamond or maybe a sapphire to match your eyes.”“Any specific reason you want to buy me a ring?”“I have. I didn’t know if it would get there at all. I guess it did.’ I nodded and told her I had found it on Christmas day, and also how much it had meant to me. She softened a bit when I said that, leaned in a little closer, put a hand on my forearm. I began to wonder if she liked me, but it might have just been the wine. I opened a second bottle. ————————- It was during that second bottle of wine that I learned Monique’s mother was Polynesian, a native of these islands. Her father was a French.