Its 12 years old. Over dinner, which was excellent, the conversation drifted from banal to outright bawdy. Towards the end Pete was flirting outrageou...ly with Grace and Valerie equally outrageously with me. When they invited us back to their room in the hotel attached to the restaurant I was distressed. These people might or might not be future clients for Grace as a courtesan, but they could introduce us to potential clients, rich people like them, BUT I could not risk the terribly bad. “It feels perfect,” she whimpered. I pulled her into my arms, my eyes locked on hers and said, “You now belong to me and me only, all of you . Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand and want to belong to you and only you,” she said. My dominate side took over quickly hearing her words. I spun her around and bent her over. Her hands braced herself on the arm of the chair. My hands slid from her shoulders down her spine until I reached her ass. My hands caressed and squeezed her cheeks before I. Closing his eyes, he succumbs to the pleasure of him inside her. "Susie, oh, Susie," he loudly moans as he runs his hand down her body, worshipping her, with her name like a prayer from his lips. He holds her more tightly against him as his thrusts become harder and quicker. He reverentially kisses her chest, panting against her overheated skin. "Matthew, I love you," she moans incoherently, unable to keep her emotions to herself; scrunching her eyes closed and tilting her head right back. Thyrna licked her lips and moved to Faoril. She grabbed my lover’s butt-cheeks and parted them. She spread Faoril wide. I caught a glimpse of a cum-stained sphincter before Thyrna’s hair obscured my view. Faoril squealed.I grinned, my dick aching now as I watched my pussycat lick my wife’s ass clean. Wife. I hadn’t thought of my first wife, my first love, in a while. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Serisia was watching us from the Astral Realm, a smile on her lips. Her spirit had.