The air smells damp, familiarly foul with rot and decay.“Thee looks tired, my Lord,” Handley ventures quietly, the devotion to his master evident,... “more than I’ve seen before. Does thy time draw near for...”“Retirement? Aye, I feel my years, John, but I’ll rest up this winter, and maybe work another five years, then we can all go home to stay for the duration and you can train up your eldest to serve me once more.”He consults his trusty John Bennett of Clerkenwell watch, an amazing instrument. She had come from the fingering and she came again and again as her heat built up. She had spent most of the day pleasing others and now was her turn. Bruce paused from his pussy licking. He pulled her down to the end of the bed and knelt on the floor to pump inside her. He stuck his smooth shaved dick slowly into his wife's soaking love tunnel. He worked his way deep and slowly pulled out. Stephanie shifted her attention from Carla's breasts and started licking her the junction of Bruce's dick. "What?" someone asked."Fuck," she said as both cocks slopped from her mouth in an explosion of spittle and pre-cum. "...Me," she croaked in the brief gap in time between Jacko's thrust to the back of her throat and the barman's. "...Harder!" she cried out past the two heads pushing at her sperm encrusted lips.Fatcock understood the command and soon he was slamming relentlessly into her, nearly lifting her off the stools as he punished her pussy with energetic thrusts. It wasn't long before she. She lay perfectly still, as he opened her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. Her pink tipped peaks were erect from passion and anger. Her chest flushed. He knew that she was aroused. He could smell how wet her pussy was. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, he discovered that she wore no panties. Her beautiful pussy lips were puffy and flushed a darker pink than normal. He opened her slit to view her swollen inner lips and to watch the moisture seep out of her. She was more aroused than.