. but I did. Then I fucked her for four hours. We got home at five o’clock Sunday. Mom was waiting up. Grace couldn’t walk. I had to drag her in.�...��Mom,” she groaned, “You lied to me. He’s HUGE.”“Aw ... c’mon, Grace. He’s Finn ... it’s too cold to grow ‘em big.”“David,” Grace said. “Show her.”And of course, Grace had fucked me to a bloody stump. So, what I showed mom was exactly what she expected ... a stub.“Mom,” complained Grace, “That is not the same dick, I mean, it is ... but that’s not what. “The Count asks that you take a month before making up your mind. His only requirement is that you have dinner with him each evening. If after a month, you are not certain, his ship is at your disposal.”Jutta could not answer. She could barely contain her sobs. Maria patted Jutta’s hand and left. At the apartment doors, she turned and said, “Don’t be a fool.” Jutta spent the next few days in her apartment. She wrote letters to her uncle which she promptly tore to shreds. She stared out at. The air smelled fresh with hints of the aromas from the beverages and peoples fragrances. There were clusters of lounge chairs with tables that looked really comfortable, and intricate. People were sitting & chatting, while some had drinks at the bar and others sipped on coffee or tea by the large warm fireplace. It sure was a large, beautiful elaborate lobby... heck, this was more than a lobby. It seemed that it also served as a bar-cafe. The classical music that filled the room from an. It seemed with every strike of the belt, her sex grew wetter to help put out the heat that spread out on her tender cheeks. She felt her hips pressing forward, pressing her drooling pussy against her father’s velvety duvet. She was wiggling from side to side, to avoid the pain, to extinguish the sting; to hide her horribly embarrassing arousal. Or perhaps the pain was simply increasing the pleasure.Jason pulled up her panties. The thin material felt cool against the throbbing skin of her ass..