But very, very wet. My face had been bathed with her juices. I placed my lips on her vulva and sucked gently. Then I emerged from between her thighs ...and kissed her deeply.“I would be a poor excuse for a lover,” I whispered, “if I didn’t share something that delicious with you.”And I’m a damn fine lover if I do say so myself.We spent the entire night together in my room. We finished both bottles of wine and all the strawberries and all the strawberries and chocolates. I introduced her to my. After dinner, we talked late into the night. I explained what we wanted to do with the barn. We had enough cash left in our construction account to do the planned addition of the front porch. In fact, Ron already had his crew slated to come out and do the foundation on Friday. We would do most of the work after the foundation was poured. There was no plumbing or HVAC for the porch and limited wiring. The roof of the main part of the porch would be a deck accessible from the second floor front. He warned me the party is going on all night and likely all weekend with guests showing up the whole time. They expected between 100-150 men to show up before the party ended. Then John yelled into my face "YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE UNTIL THE PARTY ENDS, AND EVERY MAN HAD YOU OVER AND OVER! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME PIG?!" Just as I said "Yes master" I felt the ecstasy kick in all at once. I went from intense fear about servicing a stag party as a slave for 150 men all weekend, to feeling. This is the land upon which the haunted house is located. The brick house was destroyed by a fire in 1857, and a new wood home was built by Lyman Crane in 1868. Rather than using the normal horizontal wood planks on the outside of the house as was normal at that time, he used a vertical wood type of siding, much like very old homes from the 1800s. This is the beginning of the legend of the Crane House.Now the thought is that there were southern sympathizers that found out that the Bentley home.