Get a smell of that!" Paul said as he slid his hand out from between her thighs and held the fingers up to Byron 's nose."Mmmmm, hot snatch-juice! I g...ess she's hot enough to wrap her lips around a barber pole!" Byron said, laughing loudly as he leaned forward and inched his cock-head closer and closer to Julie's opened mouth. At the same time Paul hunched up against the boy, sliding his cock next to Byron's as it popped into Julie's stretched mouth."UNNNGHHHH!" Julie cried out in a muffled. Sometimes she would give me crisp instructions as to how I ought to pleasure her, and I would do exactly as she told me without argument or embellishment. Other times, she would just let me slowly, freely lick the large, slick and salty lips of her cunt, allowing herself some high whimpers of pleasure which grew strangely vulnerable as I neared her clit. But other times, still, she would be the one to calmly explore my body with that strange, amused intrigue, her desire mingling with something. Father's whore faded from my mind as more pressing matters occupied my conscience, leaving my post as pupil with Mr Chippendale of Morpeth the esteemed architect, finding an assistant estate managers role for Jamie when he should have been taking the grand tour, arranging for mother's stay at Brighton, and seeking out every slackness and inefficiency that drained the estate coffers filled my days until that August Miss Harcourt had a letter sent enquiring about my failing to pay her. They were the ones most at risk here—not him. After their chat, in which the two reserved but obviously vivacious, articulate, intelligent, and focused redheads charmed him, he felt a good measure of trust (no doubt salted by lust) quickly agreed to a visit. The girls in turn trusted Jack’s lifelong commitment to protecting them. And they agreed him that they could possibly come to like the man they had just briefly met online.Among the conditions they had agreed to was no photo or video on.