I nodded and the shirt was tossed away. This time he ignored the bruise and concentrated on my nipple. I concentrated on the tight jeans and the damna...le button holding things from my touch."Kevin." I sounded frustrated to my own ears. My head was back, breasts thrust upwards towards his mouth. My fingers fumbled ineffectively at his buttons.Kevin ignored my pleading, he was making a feast out of my breasts. While one breast was being suckled the other was cupped and lifted, a thumb dancing. "Yes, sir, Mr. Wallace," the butler replied in a honeyed Southern accentthat smacked of more genteel days. "Mr. Lagrange is expecting you. Ifyou'll all follow me."The inside of the mansion was easily as impressive as the outside. We wereescorted into what would once have been called the drawing room. Uponlooking around, I decided that there wasn't a stick of furniture in theroom that could be purchased outside of a fine antique store. It wasn'toften that a Devereaux - or a former Devereaux -. One of them was lying on his side and rubbing his crotch, where I could see a very big bulge. He was smiling and staring at me…I immediately felt my pussy lubricating and throbbing with lust.So, I started teasing him, by arranging my towel and spreading my thighs, so that he could see my deep camel toe, showing my swollen pussy lips hidden by the fabric of my tiny thong…I got on all fours, facing him and he smiled even wider.I could not wait anymore. I just whispered into Victor’s ear that I. But being a gentleman. I asked for her coat and offered her a seat on the couch. My laptop was open on the coffee table with a POV video playing. I was standing to the side opening the bottle of wine. My house coat was wide open. She was making a noticeable effort not to stare and it was making me harder every time she looked.away.I poured her a glass of wine and I sat beside her. She was leaned forward doing a search for a video she was describing. She must have found the video. She turned to.