“How do I compare, Your Majesty?” he asked. Hatshepsut did not reply. She simply continued to blink and gasp with incredulity. Mikha’El nodded w...ith pride, knowing exactly what the Pharaoh meant to convey. “F-forgive me, O Amun,” she stuttered at last. “Please allow me to quench my desire for once.” Hatshepsut pressed her breasts against Mikha’El’s pectorals, wrapped her arms around his torso, and licked his neck. “Now come inside, my tawny desert lion!” “As you command, my sable goddess!”. The owner Lady Victoria McAllister was a friend of them both and had encouraged Tabitha from the start. They were going to have a fashion show of her creations to promote them to the right people but also to meet and screw old friends.The fashion show proved to be a great success. Lotus Island was a place where the customers had two defining characteristics, one they were very wealthy indeed and two they were utterly debauched. Well-cut dresses that were outrageously sexy whilst minimising the. Greg said that was the hottest gangbangs he had ever filmed and the club members would love it. Every guy in the room had all cum on or in my wife at least twice and were ready to go again, when Greg said that this would conclude tonights festivities. The guys all left the room and were telling Greg that they couldnt wait to get their copy of the video. As Nicole was laying there drenched in cum, a door opened in my room and this fat Indian looking girl came in. She had on some sort of lingerie. “Well, you never know,” he warned, “after all, if you WERE just a dirty old man, wouldn’t that be what you deserved?” He paused, and before I could think of what to say, he continued, “Anyway, dirty you may be but old? Nah, not yet at any rate! Why don’t you drive down by the river.”“What about the sex-crazed druggie?” I asked.“Oh, he may be sex-crazed alright, but he’s no druggie,” he replied. “Besides, he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with the keys; he can’t drive – at least, not one with.