She was wearing white gloves, and the neckline showed plenty of cleavage, and was set off by an emerald necklace. Emeralds sparkled at her ears. She w...as swept into a dance by a man she did not know and who did not ask for the honor. She was momentarily flustered, but he was an excellent dancer with a dazzling smile. ‘I have been watching you all evening, Heather,’ he said in a deep voice. ‘Who are you, sir?’ ‘I am the Duke of Ridgeley, Cameron Northleigh.’ Heather was shocked. The Duke of. It takes him some time, but he now finds himself stood next to her. He wants to touch her, but he is scared that by doing so would taint her somehow. She is a descendant of angels, whereas he is a descendant of demons, after all. He slowly moves his hand towards her, he doesn’t know where to touch first. He settles his palm on her stomach, noticing that nothing bad has happened to her, if anything she seems to have gained more beauty with him touching her.She does not know why he would decide. Her pussy was really wet. “I’d love to have anal with you now. I’ll use lots of lube. It won’t hurt! I promise you.” “Okay. But, please go slow. I’ve never done this before.” “Get on your hands and knees. I’ll go very slowly.” I went into the drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. I pushed the jelly onto my hand and rubbed it all over my wife’s asshole. I couldn’t believe she was going to let me do this. She must have really wanted to please me. I rubbed the lube all over my cock and slowly. Whenever I was certain I was in as deep as I could go, she'd always turn, give me a deep soul kiss, and move ever so slightly. With that tiny movement, my cock suddenly felt her slip away. Curious, I would bend her up on our tiny little bed until her legs were bouncing against my shoulders. With her in the shape of an 'L', I found I could make that last plunge inside and touch this strange alcove. There, my baby-maker seemed to find a new home, even tighter, warmer, and more welcoming than ever.