I will pay you fifty francs to take me inside you. I am told you will do it for money.”I couldn’t say, really, that I was surprised. He had taken ...me out on the dance floor and we were dancing a waltz, him holding me close. I could feel the want of him inside his trousers. He was tall and lean, dark-haired. He spoke French with the accent of an educated Moroccan. Beyond that and that his evening clothes were elegant and he couldn’t be much older than forty and his fingers were long, sensuous,. She no longer feased me with questions, she could hardly say "Fuck me daddy." I became more dominant the more she came and the closer I was to blowing my load. "I'm going to fuck your ass." I explaimed. She just nodded and spread her ass apart. "Your dirtier than your mom." I informed her as I stared at her perfect ass. She was completely shaved, I dove my head between her cheeks and stuck my tongue into her asshole. She squealed with surprise. I sodomized her brutally, without easing her into. It is my husband whom I always coveted.”“You are close to Sir Anthony. Anyone could tell,” Lady Colton mused. “You should have seen the ladies of Dublin’s society! A hero of Trafalgar fame, still young and well built. They flocked around him. Yet, he would not give them a second look. I fully understand that, now that I met you.”Lady Colton’s words had a mixed impact on Harriet. At first she felt fear when she realised how much Tony must appeal to the ladies, young as he was, a famous officer. She gingerly moved off of him and with a wicked smile, said, “Your turn.”“No way,” he argued.“Oh. OK, if you want to stop, your clothes are over there.”“But…” he complained, “But…”Sandy was now sitting on a chair, her legs spread and she was running a favorite dildo in and out of her very wet pussy. This particular one had protrusions that licked her clitoris when it was inserted all the way and she enjoyed the feelings building up inside of her.”“OK, OK,” Carby said. “OK.”“Are you sure,” Sandy.