I really was a virgin, in all senses of the word.As we kissed, I edged my hands to her shoulders, then down to her chest. She encouraged my exploratio... with a moan. Her breasts were so soft in my hands and I was terrified that I'd hurt her, shattering this dream, but she seemed to like it. The nipples puckered under my palms - I could actually feel her getting turned on by what I was doing, it was amazing. I pinched the hard flesh.'That's plenty hard enough.' She panted. But there was no. On the bed, they started, passionate tongue kissing, hand inside Monica's panties finger fucking her, Monica's fist around his cock gently wanking him. The two were at it for a while when Nigel decided that my wife should suck his cock. He knelt up on her left side and offered his full erection to my wife, a clear bubble of pre-cum on the slit as my wife took him into her mouth, she tasted the cum and surprised, she backed off looking at his cock. "Don't worry about that, it's only pre-cum", I. The room is spacious, well illuminated by two large windows with heavy ruby-red curtains; decorative ceiling and wall moulding give it a refined look; paintings of bucolic country landscapes with ornate, gilded frames cover the walls; a Persian rug rich in details and exotic colors covers nearly the entire floor; two large chandeliers with an array of crystal drops make the room look like a palace. There are half a dozen small round tables covered with a peach-colored cloth and over it a. " He hears the emotion in your voice, sees the tears that threaten to spill over, welling up in your eyes. "All I want is to please you." "You do." he says quietly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "Of course you do, no matter your station." Suddenly, so quickly that he isn't quite sure what is going on, you push against his chest, distancing yourself from him. "You don't want me in your collar?" you ask softly, and he frowns at the expression on your face. Hurt, anger, sadness....