We both laughed. He pushed me up against the wall again, he was firm, strong, in control but gentle. He put his face close to mine, he was breathing ...me in. I watched him, hearing only the sound of our breathing coming on heavier with each moment. I went to move my arms up to embrace him, but he took control again. He took my hands in his own, and held them down at my side. He pushed his hard and warm body up against mine again, up against my breasts. He groaned. His mouth found that delicious. I sat next to him and asked if he knew how to fix it. When he told me he didnt I did the only thing I could. I licked my hand for lube, grabbed his cock and started stroking. He tensed up at first, looking at me, and then relaxed. He had a nice cock for his age, about six and a half inches long and thick enough for me to hold. I stroked him like that for several minutes with no progress. Then strange thoughts filled my head. I started thinking if he came as much as I thought he was going to. " The attendant poured wine into the glasses. The Count took one and offered Dommia the other. She took it gladly, thirsty and hungry from her journey. "Mistress Bethor, I should confess that I have a special interest in this affair. I have some concerns about this necklace. You haven't see it yourself, have you?" "No, I haven't. What kind of concerns could your Excellence have about a common, if rather nice, piece of jewelry?" "It might not be as common as you. Going back over to the bed I grab her wrists, and tie one then the other to the bar that runs across the foot board. Once done, I stand back and admire the lovely view I have. Her high rounded ass is bare and with her legs spread a bit apart, I can see her lovely outer labia peeking back at me. She is really turned on as I can smell her light musky, sweet smell and I just want to dive into her from behind. I want to slide my tongue into her pussy from behind and slide one hand around to rub at.