An odd way of extending her services, butshe was a generous lady."Yes, I will try harder," Julian said. "I thought my man was Carter,though? He's a pr...per Englishman."Lady Varnham smiled lovingly and spoke slowly, as if lecturing a child."You know I prefer the French. They are so much more elegant than thelower classes of our own country. Even the least Frenchman has an innateappreciation for the finer things, while the English middle class isterrified of luxury." Of course. My apologies, love.. I realized he was more of a submissive. I just waited for him to calmed down. All I could hear was, ‘I am sorry’ – ‘I am sorry’ – ‘I am sorry’ in between his cry. After about 5 minutes, he calmed down and his cry reduced to sobs.I got up and told him, “Follow me.” He was not hesitant, just got up and followed me. I was pissed off at him. But I could not leave him there as I was afraid that he would attempt suicide again. I, followed by him just walked to the road and rode the first auto we. My legs begin to shake, my breathing becomes more labored as my pussy begins to clench around your cock. I scream "Fuck,... so good... that's it" as I begin to orgasm.Feeling my juices on your cock and the pulse of my pussy you finish not far behind.We move to the center of the bed, catching our breath and get ready for round two. My part of the story ------------------ Dear sweet Gennie, I loved that, but you would have to be very, very good to make me cum in your mouth, I have fantastic. Her eyes were watering now, mascara running. She took my spit-soaked cock out of her mouth, scooped the saliva off her messy face, and plunged her soaking hands back down on my shaft. For a while, she just worked me with both hands and looked me in the eyes. She told me that I had a big tasty white boy cock and that she wanted me to shove it all the way down her throat. Then she reminded me I wouldn't hurt her, and that I should, "really fuck her throat this time." She slipped my long pink.