Call me a masochist but I often enjoyed it. It made me the suffering artist, the other woman. Drawing both of our hands down, I untangled my fingers s...owly. Straightening my posture, I kept my other arm around her. I couldn’t bear to part from her completely, even when I felt… second best. “When?” Shifting uncomfortably, she moved closer against me as I prodded her with yet another question. I could almost taste her fear, not wanting me to do what I was often tempted to do. Take her away,. I decide to get some water for him for when he awakes. As I return, I can see he's beginning to awake. He tries to stand up so come to him and try to help. As he isn't able to stand up yet, He falls over landing on top of me. I could feel his dick and balls against my leg. The man tries again to stand up resting with his hand on my croch. I could feel my dick getting harder. The guy notices my thingie getting harder and looks at me with a strange look. Then we both get up and I say to the guy. Cole was in the lounge watching TV, just relaxing in his favorite recliner chair. I went to the bed room and got his sub gear out of the wardrobe, leather body harness, collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and cockring.I walked into the lounge and stood in front of Cole, " take your clothes off, put these on and get int the kitchen" I ordered.I could see his cock spring to attention , almost bursting the sipper in his tight jeans. I left the room and went to kitchen and filled the sink with hot water. ." Never is a long time. Perhaps you shall have a mystery lover tonight." smiled the count, nodding to Raquel and Tamara as he took Cynthia by the hand and led her up the stairs to his room.The three young women soon had the table cleared and the dishes washed whereupon they retired to a bedroom at the end of the second floor hallway.Justine, now initiated into the pleasures of Lesbos, was soon naked and, still standing, in the arms of Raquel, their lips and tongues tasted each other while.