" No. 28 was situated at the extremity of the village; during the drive night had set in, and darkness gave the surroundings the artificial appearance...of a scene on the stage. The carriage stopped, the footman sprang off the box, and opened the door. "Well," said the count, "you do not get out, M. Bertuccio--you are going to stay in the carriage, then? What are you thinking of this evening?" Bertuccio sprang out, and offered his shoulder to the count, who, this time, leaned upon it as he. She wore a simple beige dress that was tight everywhere. A dress that left no mysteries about how shapely the body underneath was.“Dinner will be ready soon, come follow me.” She turned and walked very sexually toward the dinning room. Maria was a fairly young Latino woman early twenties, who spoke very good English and she was beautiful with full red lips and large dark eyes and long black hair. I turned my attention from Maria's ass to Julia who hadn’t said anything. She was looking intently. He pulled it down to my knees and started massaging my bums.He put oil on my ass crack and massaged the crack till his fingers were touching my dick. He told me to spread my legs. Since I could not do that because of the undies, I told him to slide them out. I was surprised that in less than a second he did that. I was now totally naked, lying face down. He massaged me generously parting my legs and particularly paying attention to my inner thighs. Then I turned over. Then I turned over and he. He let his mind dart from one female companion to the next; however, most had been a fly by night contact that really didn’t have much meat on to make a story out off. He flipped through his black book, moving down the array of names, till he reached Sue. He paused for the date beside her name was a decade in the past. He lingered for now he dug deep into the back burner of his memory for that name did tingle a reaction. As he digested the name, the memory opened and those days of activity were.