”Her response came in a beautiful french accented english. “It’s absolutely pouring.”At this point I was noticing a lot of different things ab...out her. I think everyone who meets a french girl with dark short hair will think of a pixie, except she was not a small girl. Perhaps a little taller than my wife. When we looked at each other, I realized she wasn’t just cute, she had a beautiful face and a great smile. I tried very hard not to look down.While we chatted about how wet it really was and. ”I arrived as arranged at nine and noticed all the women were well lubricated with six empty bottles of expensive champagne on the table. There were numerous presents on the table including two huge dildos and a range of sexy black underwear.“I forgot tell you ladies that I had organized a present for Sue and some very adult entertainment for you. This man is the entertainment. He has something most women want, a huge cock. Would you like to see it?”For the first time I noticed that all the. I looked into her eyes and leaned down to snake my tongue first the left then the right. Her breathing had quickened some and I could hear her heart speeding up. I ran my tongue across her nipples again one last time and began kissing and licking my way down to her sacred area. I stopped at her belly button and flicked my tongue inside it which caused a muffled moan to escape through her gag. This slut liked what I was doing; she knew what I was and what her fate was going to be and she still. The day her mother left was a day she worked at the range. It was a hot day and we were busy. She’d worn a halter top on this day, and shorts. I noticed that the men on the line were either peering at a sight picture ... or at Chastity. Whenever she bent over to sweep brass into the dust pan, there always seemed to be a man there to help her. That help always involved standing where they could look down her cleavage. At one point I motioned her over to me.“You’re distracting people today,” I.