I owned her-mind, body and soul-she belonged to me. The unwavering control I had over her was a drug that I had become instantly addicted to.There was...minor resistance as I reached the back of her mouth, but she adjusted smoothly and swallowed me. I sighed as she massaged me with her tongue, the crown of my penis embraced snugly in the confines of her throat. Her delicate nose remained buried in my pubic hair for a few seconds, then slowly retracted that she might do it all again.I reached out. Zu meinem Bedauern steigt sie von mir herab. Weit, unnötig weit beugt sie sich vor, um nach etwas auf dem Nachttisch zu greifen. Es ist mir in dem Moment völlig egal nach was. Sie beugt sich so weit vor, daß ich unter den kurzen Rock schauen kann. Und die visuelle Bestätigung meines vorherigen Gefühls erhalte. Sie ist nackt darunter. Klar sind die weißen, prallen Backen ihres Hinterns zu erkennen. Dazwischen mehr zu erahnen als zu erkennen die Rosette, eine Andeutung von Haar, und das. So, the glasses were chilled, the martinis shook, and the ladies even further loosened up.Scott couldn't help being distracted by their outfits. He had always prided himself at not being a gawker by any means, but even he had his limits of open blouses, parted thighs, leaned over torsos, licked lips, and tracing fingers that he could ignore.Jennifer was a tall, thinly sculpted woman of 42. Blonde by choice, but there wasn't any evidence of her true hair color in the more fun places of her body. Ann smiled politely and left the room.She paused outside, listened to the hubbub of indignation coming frombehind the door and smiled all the more broadly. She really wasn't surewhether Lord Richard Hurley was man enough for her.Still smiling, she left the house at the rear and wandered through thegarden, slowly gravitating toward the side of the house and the path downto the stables.There were no thoughts in her head specifically but she was drawn that waynonetheless. As she approached the.