I felt her hand rise up my thigh and her fingers brushed the tip of my semi-hard cock. More blood rushed to her touch and I felt the cool air of the s...ore caressing me as well.She smiled at my mix of distress and need. After a quick look around, she knelt before me. "You're showing about half an inch past the length of your shorts." I felt her hot breath at the tip of my compressed hard-on, and then her lips and tongue.My distress grew as did my blood pressure. I whispered, "I don't think this. The food'll get cold." Her nose wrinkled at him and her black eyes joined her lips in a practiced smile. She didn't like him much. Her tits bounced as she sat down. Dom's eyes strayed on them, staring. She stared back at him. She could tell from his expression what his dull mind was thinking: "Do I want to fuck or eat?" Then he made his decision. He ladled meat sauce over his spaghetti and tasted it, wrapping it around his fork and following it with a hunk of fresh bread. "Good stuff, Angie.. Sitting first, she saw as he removed his robe and night shirt unveiling his limp manhood. This was her first sight of a real penis and it was very much different from the frescos of old Rome. His testicles where large and unevenly hanging yet his member was about as long as her hand, his foreskin rolled a bit over the head. He came closer and laid his hand between her breasts, easing her back onto the mattress. Her heart pounded as his lips roamed her chest, taking into his mouth her firm. ’ He hugged her to his side. ‘Tell me, share your thoughts with me.’ She pleaded softly to him, mildly aware that as she pressed against him, her body’s adjacency to his was causing him some relief from his troubled mind. He shook his head. ‘I’m afraid I’ve seen more sides to this story than I care to right now.’ He sighed and rested his head on hers. Her voice trembled. ‘Sir Glen told you that I was from Sir Marcus’s care, did Sir Marcus tell you from whom he acquired me?’ ‘No. Sir Marcus.