’ Allie’s townhouse sat high on a ridge that overlooked the river. Through the patio door to her deck, I could see the steep drop-off and the ligh...s of the houses on the river’s banks far below. She poured each of us a glass of wine and handed mine to me as I stood gazing through the door. Balancing the wine in my left hand, I pulled her to me and placed my lips on hers. When she didn’t back away, I massaged her lips with my mouth. The tips of my tongue sought an opening in her lips and finding. With an involuntary gesture of nervousness, she reached down to smooth out the short skirt of her crisp, navy-blue cotton dress over her silky, suntanned thighs, hoping that the prim little frock with its lace cuffs and collar was proper and demure enough to help her in her plan. It was the longest dress she owned now, one left over from high school days, and yet it still exposed a fairly daring expanse of shapely, sun-browned leg well above the knee, and its slim figure-hugging design did. He eased the door open, peering out into a narrow hall whose only light came from a flickering oil lamp. At one end, a narrow stair led down into darkness, while at the other end of the hall a broader staircase curved upward out of sight. Chinzel ducked back as he heard the scuff of feet, the murmur of voices. He pulled the door almost shut, his eye pressed to the narrow crack, and watched two plump green robed figures descending the stairs, a smaller form pinioned between them.He was only too. But this was what he wanted ... the control of not only screwing my ass, but forcing me to enjoy it.Kevin was insistent, and I just wanted it over now, so if this was going to help him to cum, I gave in, and began to finger myself again. I felt the humiliating burn of him requiring me play with myself while he screwed my ass. It was hard, even a bit frustrating, to get keep myself horny, while he began to rock back and forth with little jabs into my bowels.Concentrate, Maria, I told myself.But.