Wishing to avoid further reprimand she obeys him and begins to lick at his bulbous cock end some more, collecting the viscous fluids in her mouth. She... is shocked by how clean he tastes and speeds up her lapping, savouring his sweet and slightly salty arousal."You are a good girl...Now lick my shaft..." he sighs under his breath, his tone of voice now softer as he indulges himself. He sighs appreciatively againas she wraps her tongue all around his tool.She soon finds a comfortable rhythm,. I had to catch my breathe, realising that he was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, his stomach was taut, toned, but not over muscled, not like those pictures you see where you feel distaste, the bodies are so overly developed. He was perfect, a thin line of dark hair running down over his stomach and into his jeans, a patch of the same smooth, lovely hair clothing his amazing chest. I reached out a hand, and gently stroked his side, my fingers wandering across to touch his waist,. Don Luis remained in his chair without moving, his ears pricked up. Everything was quiet in the house. Outside, from time to time, the sound of a motor car or of a cab rolled by. He could also hear the late trains on the Auteuil line.He rose several times and went up to the door. Not a sound. Hippolyte Fauville was evidently asleep."Capital!" said Perenna to himself. "The boulevard is watched. No one can enter the room except by this way. So there is nothing to fear."At two o'clock in the. I opened it like a good little naked doorman while Jess stood at attention opposite me.At the door way, Emma paused in front of me and leaned in to my ear.“I meant what I said. I WILL make this up to you,” she said as she let her fingers slide over my abused cock.“Thank you, Mistress,” I said. I gave her a sincere smile and kissed her cheek.Jess cupped Brent’s ass cheek. “Please CUM again soon, Master Brent.” She kissed his cheek as well.“Thank you. Both of you,” Brent said. “This has been ....