It was evident he had his orders. "Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count, "you have procured me windows looking on the Piazza del Popolo, as I ordered y...u yesterday." Yes, excellency," returned the steward; "but it was very late." Did I not tell you I wished for one?" replied the count, frowning."And your excellency has one, which was let to Prince Lobanieff; but I was obliged to pay a hundred"--"That will do--that will do, Monsieur Bertuccio; spare these gentlemen all such domestic arrangements.. He could not get enough of her sexy body. Later he fucked her on the couch, on the recliner and then bent her over a chair and fucked her again. When they watched a movie together he had her sit on his lap and he kept his cock in her cunt and fucked her and would cum then as soon as he got hard would fuck her and cum again. He did this for over six hours. When his cock was not hard, he would play with her tits and nipples and massage her ass. He loved having his hands all over her sexy. Maine bola haan meri kutiya tu aaj kutiya ki tarah hi chudne wali hai. aurMain uski chut ko chatne laga aur wo aur zor zor se chillane lagi aur galiya dene lagi main samajha gaya ki ye ab taiyar hai aur main apna lund uski chut ke ched pe rakha aur zor se dhakka lagaya. wo chilla uthi boli ufff ye kya kar rahe ho aisa lag raha hai jaise lund mere pet main ghus raha hai lekin maine ek na suni aur chodna chalu rakha. wo bhi gaand hilane lagi. main uski gaand ko sahla raha tha uski chuchi bhi daba. I recognized my own bedroom and I rolled over to reach for the clock by my bed. Pushing the button on top illuminated the numbers that told me it was 3:40am. My heart was still pounding and my ears were keenly aware of the sounds around me as I slid my feet onto the floor. Maybe if I got a drink of water, I could calm down enough to get back to sleep. Drowsily re-entering my room, I tripped over a suitcase at the foot of my bed. What in the hell? I thought to myself. That wasn’t there before!.