The other room near the library was a bedroom. A bed without curtains, four arm-chairs, and a couch, covered with yellow Utrecht velvet, composed, wit...h a prie-Dieu, all its furniture. Lord Wilmore resided in Rue Fontaine-Saint-George. He was one of those English tourists who consume a large fortune in travelling. He hired the apartment in which he lived furnished, passed only a few hours in the day there, and rarely slept there. One of his peculiarities was never to speak a word of French,. ”“You’re sexy.”“And you’re horny.” She giggled.“What a great combination.” Dave pushed deeper into Barbara’s velvet warmth so he was completely inside her despite his slightly flaccid condition. He made some slow moves in and out of her and she willingly cooperated.“Oh, my God, I can feel you getting hard inside my vagina. So cool. Oh, yes, I want to do this again ... and again ... and again. I love you.”“I love you, Barb.” The kisses intensified and the lovemaking started anew.Friday afternoon. ”“Yes ma’am, I did; a couple of times in fact.” That was the truth.“So you imagined getting another spanking and then a blowjob? Probably also banging me in the car.”Excellent guesses. “That’s pretty accurate.” “I admit, when I look at a man I’ve dominated, a man I’ve punished for his transgressions, I myself feel warm and tingly all over. You don’t find that strange, do you?”“I’m not in a position to make judgments.”She laughed, “You can come back here again.”To avoid sitting on the cushion, I. "What position were you in when he entered you first?" I asked softly, so as not to break the spell.Pat's eyes were closed, and her voice was delicate when she told me she was on her back with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.I pulled Pat around, so she was in the same position. Her legs opened without my help. I ran the head of my cock up and down between her cunt lips and then rested it by Pat's cunt hole."Mmmmm, yes," Pat moaned.It showed where Pat's mind was when I sank half my.