It was on the Sunday she later said that she made the mistake of telling him of my existence, explain my role as scribe, and showing him on his laptop... my stories of Autumn island, it was to open a real can of worms! I seems he had a BDSM streak, and it awoke his perversity with a vengeance. She then compounded the error by unwittingly showing him the silver master stories, which she said he loved! [I am flattered] she explained that it was based on her, Marc and myself, which he loved, asked. Wendy pulled her legs back and said take my ass. Fuck my ass, fuck it hard.I told her I don't think your ready for that.The fuck I'm not. When I talk to my si(s)ter, your wife and Anita tells me stories about your weekends I masturbate with a dildo in my ass and a vibrator on my clit. Now fuck my ass. My dick wet from her pussy juice I spit on her ass hole. My stiff dick had no conscious. I placed the head of my dick against her ass hole and pushed. My dick actually entered her ass fairly. ‘Put your money where your mouth is big guy.’ She purred. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed and her lips full and moist. I could honestly say I had never seen a sexier sight. Without a word I bent and grabbed her by the ankles. With a heave I dragged her over so her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Still holding her ankles and looking deep into her eyes I dropped to my knees between her thighs. My hands slipped down her firm calves until I was holding her behind her knees. Firmly. We’ll need some guarantee that the county will be ‘agreeable’ to make sure that happens.”“So we run limousines and shuttles from the airfield straight to the resort. On arrival, we provide it all: lodging, meals, entertainment, shopping, sight-seeing, downhill skiing, cross-country ski trekking, horse-trekking, ‘wilderness’ luxury cabins, guides and wranglers, ski patrolmen and instructors...”“Yes. And come Christmas, we’ll even deliver Santa Claus and his elves in a big sleigh pulled by eight.