I was not to give it to her unless she asked for it. I kept rubbing it to her clitoris and it lit a massive fire inside her already hot pussy. Now onl... my long, hard burning dick could extinguish her fires with my juices. She started to moan. She almost begged me to put my dick inside her pussy.She held my dick in her fingers and guided it to her pussy hole. Looking in my eyes, she said, “Vinay, fuck me, stop teasing me, put it inside. Vinay, make me your bitch.” Her pussy was swollen and wet.. The only man I could imagine lasting longer his first time with Clare would be a gay guy fucking her under duress. At the age I am now, with all the dulling middle-age brings, I doubt I would last any longer than I did back then.I told her not to be pissed at me, that I would be ready to go again in ten minutes. But she said we did not have time and that if we did not hurry, we would be late back at work. And so we dressed briskly, in silence.As we drove back to the warehouse, I asked Clare if. Ah yes, that is right, her name escaped me for moment, but now I remember it. Her name is Gretchen! You know the one! Well, she overheard Monsieur le Comte speaking with the Comtessa and Gretchen swears on her life that they are here in the house. They are to perform tonight for the Comte, the Comtessa and their guests after supper." Another pause, as a female voice cackled an incoherent question. "No, I do not know where. Somewhere in the bloody house, I suppose. How should I know? The Comte. Dad had taught me the basics of bidding, even letting me buy some small things. I remember the first time he let me buy a bike so we would have an extra one to let my friends go riding with me. It was the proudest day of my life to hold up the buyer's number when the auctioneer yelled "Sold."It had been so long ago I did not think I was up to the task on something this important. I asked Jason to do the bidding. To my surprise he declined and said, "You face the auctioneer and I will face you..