I didn’t much object to her bossy attitude because she could fuck like a professional whore when she got behind a closed door and lost her ladylike ...ays. She was like some sort of frugal bitch when it came to spending money and that’s a fact, but I didn’t really care, because I never set much store in cash and such things. That was probably why I spent most of my adult life poor as a church mouse and never missing the things I didn’t have.I made the mistake of confiding in her the story about. . Then he affectionately started grinding his whole face in my pussy and building me up again. Then he stopped. I told him rather abruptly to not do that anymore. I was afraid of heart failure if he brought me to that very second again and stopped. He finally let me take his head and press it firmly against my snatch as he lapped me up and I came very hard. Another orgasm started before that one stopped and his tongue sent me over and over again with orgasm after orgasm. I needed that cock. It was massive and I could feel it filling my mouth and I tickled the underside with my tongue as I felt it twitch between my lips, slowly and softly I sucked on the head allowing it to pass backwards and forwards between my lips using my tongue to massage under the head, I felt his hands on my head and he slowly and carefully started to fuck my face as I sucked on his huge helmet and kept looking him suggestively in the eyes .I could feel him twitch and I could tell he didn't want to come yet. Bartand mused to himself.Lady Cornish ordered the women servants to bring more wine in for them all, and to begin preparing dessert for the guests."Have you dealt with bandits before Sir Bartand?" Lady Cornish said sipping her own goblet of wine turning her head to face Bartand across the table.Bartand had to carefully pick his words, it had to be past tense he spoke to Lady Cornish; all happened before he and Pixie 'married' one another.Bartand put down his fork, leaving just two small pieces.