It wasn’t my boyfriend’s. I crept up to the bedroom door and peeped round. I couldn’t believe my eyes!The room was quite dark. Only one bedside ...ight on and that had been changed for a red bulb. In the middle of the bed, my bed, was a big man fucking a woman doggy style. The man was big and heavy, hairy and sweating. I looked at the woman. Dressed like a slut! Black basque, fishnets, strappy heels and long gloves. She was bent over the bed, face down, ass up. Her mini skirt pulled up around her. But please, follow me to the room were the other persons are waiting.He followed him, into the hall which was filled with paintings of his illustrious ancestors. In all the paintings, he could see that each man was naked, and that minus three or four, their dicks were smaller than his.After climbing up a lavishly varnished stairs, they entered a vast room where a bunch of peaple were talking and drinking, passing the time.-Frau Von Grossendicken, I present you your guest, herr Robert. The morning came and it was with relief that I found that I was totallydry but while last night was enjoyable I found it embarrassing. When Igot downstairs for breakfast nothing was said so I just went with it.I spent most of the day helping aunty catalogue the books in the libraryuntil tea time after which I watched some television before retiring. Ihad not seen Tabitha since tea and assumed she had gone for an earlynight, when there was a knock on the door. I hurriedly finished puttingon my. I would peak at her when she bent over to put the dry goods in the underneath cabinets. She had a nice round ass. I dropped the last of the bags and Vicki offered me a glass of water. I sat on a tall chair next to the island in the kitchen drinking my water. Vicki continued chatting while she put away the rest of the groceries. It was difficult not to stare at her ampule chest as she put the fruit into the over hanging basket over the island. I took a long slow drink to cover my intense stare..