After he was gone, she spent a long time on the floor, tears flowing down her cheeks. Frightened beyond thought, all she could do was wait for the cru...el masters of Tyran to come through her castle door. ~ o ~ Some time ago, Elizabeth had met Stephan for the first time. He was a poet of minor note but a gentle soul of promise. Elizabeth had seen that in him and cultivated him into the husband that she had always desired. She was twenty then and thirty now. Red hair cascaded down, brightened more. Smiling, I said what did you have in mind? He said it depends on what kind of a suprise I had. Bending over so he could see my nice tight 38C's he asked me how much. I told him we could talk about it later. Get in, he says.The driver punched it squealing the wheels.So honey what do you charge? It depends, how hung are you and how many of you guys are gonna fuck me. The girl next to me reaches over and kisses me. Well there's only one way you're gonna find out he says. I just smiled as we kept. It seemed both tasteful and erotic but anundercurrent of something different, something he couldn't put hisfinger on. Closing the door behind them she startled him by immediatelypushing him against the wall and stared into his eyes. Well, she waslooking at his eyes, his eyes were drawn to the visible, soft flesh ofthe tops of her breasts still jiggling in their cups from the rapidmovement. She chuckled and then with a finger under his chin lifted hisface so he was looking into her eyes. She. What a woman she was. Not a single wrinkle or stretch mark. I started getting hard. She walked ahead, as usual, swaying her beautiful ass.V: Sandy, can I ask you something? Why do you sway your hips so much, especially when walking ahead of me?S: Hahaha, that’s to entice you, babe. I know you like it that way.We were in the room. I held her from the back.V: I missed you, Sandy.She took off my hands and turned towards me.S: I had some mishaps in my family. That’s why it took so long. I had.