His attitude was more of a butler than of an eligible bachelor with an estate of his own and annual income that would make most households happy if th...y weren't too greedy. I was searching on the bottom shelf for leftover pie when I noticed the unassuming Percival was sporting a tent in his night-shirt. Even from that distance, I could easily see it more than met my minimum requirements and I chided myself silently for looking in other places for my much-needed cock. It also informed me that. I let Wayne know that most of what I wrote was true events, that I was a very sexual person and that I lived for the adventures. Wayne let me know that when he was younger and in the service that he was beast. Wayne told me about his threesome, foursome and nights he wishes he could re-live. I just smile taking it all in. "The things I could do to you" Wayne said to me in passing. "Wayne you couldn't handle me on your best day, so keep it movin" I said back to him. "You want to find out?" Wayne. It was Whitney.With her free hand she motioned for me to be quiet. A request I obeyed. With her head raised, I could see her pale hand sliding up and down my growing cock. I was also able to get a glimpse of her firm, pale breasts. With my cock fully erect, she straddled my waist. She held my cock with one hand as she lowered her body down on to it. She was very wet, and very tight. I could not help but break my silence with a low moan. She slowly lowered herself until her bare ass was sitting. "Joe told her. "Yes Sir," Robin replied, adding, "Love you also, My Sir." She just had enough time to shower before meeting her client, she thought to herself as she placed her cell phone back in her purse. Walking into the bathroom her image reflecting back at her and she noticed the lines were still visible from her punishment on top of her breasts. Her pussy clenching as she remembered the pain that radiated from each hard strike. Robin slowly turned her back to the mirror and saw the red x.