”Rayna giggled, “I’ll take that as a yes. I don’t mind if you look Sir George. It makes me smile to know you like to look at me.”Rayna went ...o work making the masa and then rolling out the taco shells. She turned on the deep fryer and when it was up to cooking temperature, she folded the taco shells and put them in the fryer to cook. Rayna pulled the rack out of the hot oil and left the shells to drain. She grated cheese from a block of Colby combined with Monterey Jack. I thought she actually. I'd bet it would look good around my neck ... No! What am I thinking! I need to resist! Some of his women have to be pretty submissive, but I'm not like that. Strong. I have to be strong! Resist!But who am I kidding? I love him! I love everything about him! I love that he's giving me this collar! It shows just how serious he is about me! I'm not just one of his fucks of the week; this means long-term! True, it's kind of humiliating, but it shows that he loves me. Damn, my pussy is throbbing!She. Now, dear readers what else could a poor, defenseless, mature, very posh, American gal in a foreign country do, surrounded by six handsome naked young men do?Right.I just had to suck all of them and being greedy, two at a time whilst stroking two more cocks with my hands whilst the final two were groping at my breasts. All pretense at keeping into my character as being under a hypnotic spell went out of the castle windows. I wanted those cocks and inside me, all six! Play acting was over. I. I raised myself a little to lean towards Ben and felt Art’s hand on my lower back, supporting me, lifting me towards his son. The seatbelt was preventing me from rising, and I said as much, and Art reached down to unbuckle it. With the restraint gone, I raised my body to stand on one knee as I leaned across to lay my head on Ben’s wide chest. I dimly remembered that the last time I did this, I didn’t go through so much effort, but I heard Art praising me from behind for making his son feel.