"We felt sure of it!" I continued. "Mr. Jack said to me, 'Look here, Alice, isn't it absurd that you two girls should be living in such close relation... as mistress and maid, and yet should go on suffering from stifled natural sexual functions when you could and should so easily soothe each other?’ Then he explained to me how!"I gently took her hand; she yielded it to me without hesitation "Now, Fanny, do you understand? Shall we not agree to help each other, to make life pleasanter and more. He unconsciously bounced his right knee up and down. It was a nervous tick he had, along with incessant pacing. If he didn’t know any better he could swear she was flirting with him via email. He sat quietly contemplating the possibility. Jack knew he wasn’t Brad Pitt, but he wasn’t horrid looking either. He was tall and lanky, had brown eyes and a full head of brown hair (thank God). He was nearing 50 but most people assumed he had just turned 40 (again thanks to the full head of hair!). . You reach under me and start rubbing my clit. I buck back into you, it hurts, but I do it again. You reach under my chest with one arm putting your hand on my throat pulling me back into you. You slam your dick hard into my ass. It hurts and I cry out. You lean down and breathe into my ear, kissing the side of my face. You ask me who does this pussy belong to, I answer to you. You pull back out until only your head is still in, you slam back into me. I cry out again, you ask me who does this. Count Vincenzo Ramon de San Finzione, a silver-haired vision, though dashing at any age, looking roguishly handsome in his emerald green tuxedo; held a smoking revolver in his other hand. He dropped to his knees and set down the gun, cradling her in his arms.“Helena, my love.” He said to her, breathlessly, as he held onto her with one powerful arm while bringing the vial up to his mouth to open with his teeth. “You must drink this, darling. You must live!”“No, Vincenzo!” She said to the man.