Push up her tank top to her shoulders and run the knife blade down her spine to the top of her ass. “Are you going to struggle?” I ask. I look at ...her beautiful young face as tears start swelling in her blue eyes. She shakes her head no and turns away from me. I put the knife next to me on the bed and start massaging her ass with both hands.I remove my gloves and slide two fingers in her pussy. I am happy to find it tight and getting wetter by the second. I massage my hard thick cock and rub. . augh ... fucking race I guess,” she managed to stammer.“Why’s that?” Willoughby asked.” Oh, I know?” His smile grow broader. “I bet it’s because you like fucking big dicks, better than you like sucking them, eh?”While the audience roared with laughter from his debauched wit, Jennifer was completely mortified.“No, I guess, it’s because I don’t have much ... erh ... augh ... oral experience.”“Well, don’t worry about that because there’s going to be so many masters wanting you to wrap those sex. " Mmmm ... I'm sorry about that, Bridget."All of a sudden I was again wrestling with a dilemma, not for the first time. I really did want to know her. I do want to know her. I care about her, very genuinely. I'm absolutely certain about that. But, without her having the slightest knowledge, I also really want to get in her pants! I decided that it's O.K. for me to keep thinking about it. And I'm still confident that it's not my goal to sleep with Bridget. I'm sure of that. I knew in that moment. Jim helped me with my luggage to my room after I had checked in, he, Jim then reminded me of the special dinner they've prepared for me the following evening then left.It was late and a hot night so I fixed myself a cold drink and retired for the evening as I was drifting off to sleep I was devising a plan of how I could seduce Betty tomorrow after dinner as I have no intension of travelling this far and not get any pussy that just wouldn‘t be British of me.I woke up the following morning with.