No one but a Versace, a Gucci, or a Scarvelli could possibly have fashioned such an exquisite purse as this!" He was a banker," Monique said."You won'...t tell me, then?" I did tell you, Madame Winn. My late love of my life, Richard Hunter, was a financier."Gertrude smiled. "Oh, I see," she declared. "He had the purse designed for you."Inwardly, Monique shrugged. "In a manner of speaking, I guess that's true," she admitted.Gertrude looked vindicated. "Who was the designer?" she asked. This time,. ‘Kitten please, don’t do that, I want to cum inside you’ but she would not relent opening and closing her thighs just slightly, not letting him go, his cock was sensuous torture against her wetness until she felt she could no longer take the stimulation. Putting her hand gently on his member and positioning it at her entrance, Jason finally thrust his hips up into her. He loved watching the head of his cock stretch her swollen pink pussy lips and disappear into her, feeling the incredible. "I am surprised to hear you ask such a question, child," he replied, "I would have thought that you, of all people, would realize that, among humanity, there is no such thing as innocence; only degrees of guilt."She pondered his words as they walked to the entrance of the hotel. They nodded amiably as the doorman, dressed in an extravagant colonial era uniform, threw the door wide to allow them entrance. Arthur gazed appreciatively around the luxuriously appointed lobby, from the fine crystal. Sue greets me very effusively when I arrive at their five-star hotel. She is a few years older than me, wearing tight slacks and heels and I am pleased to notice she has a good, big, well formed ass.“This could be fun for all of us, the girls really are sex starved,” she tells me as she looks me over. “And so am I, really starved. Come in and meet the girls.” Tina and Janelle are both similar looking, taller than average trim, taut, very confident and athletic blonds in their very early.