In the elegant casket, the white-clad body of Sophie Maria Josephine Albina, Grafin (Countess) Chotek von Chotkowa und Wognin, duchess of Hohenberg, w...ife of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary, lay peacefully composed upon gleaming white satin, gloved hands folded on her torso, chestnut-tressed head pillowed on frothy lace, eyes decently closed and a slight smile seeming to play on her gently handsome features. She was not to know that her death and that of her husband would bring. “They say that wives will do things with their lovers that they would never dream of doing with their husbands,” he told her. Karen smiled, still stroking his growing erection. “Well, wives like their husbands to think that they are sweet and innocent,” she told him. “Wanting to hide the sluts that they really are deep down inside.” “I... I can’t... I can’t imagine you being a slut.” She smiled and then kissed him. “I’m obviously doing a good job then, aren’t I?” she told him as she released. Appreciative onlookers may take in his thick thighs dusted with hair, pillars that frame his aching, erect, substantial cock. His wide, dark chest undulates with each intake of air. It is enough to make the women in the room experience a physical response. He is the maker of goosebumps, a sexually aroused man in his prime. Elijah steps around Neesha. He drops to his hands and knees and meets the glossy floor with the full length of his body. He rolls as though dancing, his feet almost touching. ..!” The desperation in Julia’s voice transferred itself to her body. Suddenly she flung herself forward, clasping Quentin’s ankles, grovelling before him as she kissed his feet. “I... beg you, Master! Ooooh... I beg you... I implore you, Master... take me anywhere... mmfff... mmff... keep me anywhere... but. mmmfff... but not on this a-awful ship...”Quentin made no comment about Julia altering her posture without permission. It was simply Heaven to have her down there, kissing his feet and.