Through the crowd she clocked eyes with a tall, slim built man laughing with a small party in a foyer by a bookcase full of first editions and she shivered. He had a strong presence that for a moment overwhelmed her and she felt both at ease and on edge concurrently as if something about him gave her a grave sense of concern. He noticed her and across the room she felt him burning indian into her with his eyes. He wore a sharp, expensive looking black suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the top and an untied bow hanging from around his neck and he nodded once and slowly. He wore a mask that reminded Abby of an old French Plague Doctor—the black beak covering most of his lower face and later, revered reader, we would learn that this man was to be called The Libertine. A lady with a gramophone on her head clung to his arm and laughed at something he said in a way that told Abby that it could not have been genuine. The music upped its tempo. She finished her drink and took another and finished that too. She started Fingering to sway again in the music just as she had done in her room. She closed her eyes and played with her hair and she let the deep and dulcet tones of the muzak flow through her. The Libertine with the French Doctor mask plagued her thoughts. She imagined him although she was not sure why—they were not her thoughts. It was as if they had been planted. She thought of him—all of him—doing things to her and she did not know why she was thinking these things but she liked them even if she would not admit it in the moment. Then someone put their hands around her waist and she felt breath on her neck—she thought it was he. She leaned into the body behind her, moving with the body behind her, and then she could smell Bengay and she heard the man whisper “here for a good time, baby?” and she jumped forward with a sharp intake of breath and turned and looked at a man hidden behind a monk’s mask and her heart almost stopped. “What’s the matter? I said ‘you look fine, baby,’” the man said monotone and her heart thumped and then she got her breathing back and she said sorry and she moved further into the crowd. She should not be here, she knew. She felt eyes on her again. A waiter moved through the crowd looking and then his eyes caught Abby and he stopped. She moved in the opposite direction into a smaller room that shot off from the main ballroom where a naked pianist in only a black silk robe and with the face of a cat played an intense foreign melody that filtered into the room. The room was brilliantly lit and the music grew in its intensity as couples danced to the frantic strains of the piano. A lady dressed all in cling-film with a golden face shrieked as the music reached a crescendo, her frantic dancing growing, while gleaming white bodies pressed against each other in the corner where a cry of lust emanated. A lady in a black asian laced mask that provided the only cover on her otherwise naked body danced with a man who at once admired and touched tenderly her slender frame and then she saw that they were all naked in here. She at first looked away shocked and then she returned her curious gaze. It was almost poetic that these people, despite being naked, still had so much anonymity. She started to ask herself why they were like this and then she decided that it did not matter and she shelved the thought and she watched with a sudden intrigue and a feeling deep down that made her envious of the carelessness of their movements. The rich, she thought again with preclusion. A man appeared behind her and she felt him tugging at the zip couple of her playsuit and he said something about joining the party and she jolted and then she returned to herself and she skirted past him back into the ballroom. Things started to happen faster than she could compute. Time and its concept seemed to be excluded from this place. It seemed to operate on its own terms. Clocks on the walls ticked although the faces did not have hands and the numbers were jumbled and upside down and she seemed to concentrate on the ticking and it echoed. Her heart was beating faster and her palms were sweating. She thought it was a bit like a casino with the host not wanting anyone to know what time it was. Her head started to spin. The drone of the pianist music started to echo around her head. She thought people were staring. Another waiter had stopped and was now looking at her, and she saw two others talking in the corner and looking in her direction. I was afraid I’d hurt her, but I thought it best to trust her, so I really clamped down hard with my teeth, flicking her clit with my tongue the whole time. “What do you want?” Aeacus asked, her voice calm, but husky. He then told me that the salon cut men’s hair and did waxing - legs, armpits, bikini line etc. and he asked me if I had any problems with doing that. “Mmm, you like that, sister-slut?” she purred into my ear, her nipples so hard on my back. “So fucking hot!” I moaned in delight, my body buzzing. I finally released him, angry, but also a little bit flattered. She then shed down indian to her panties again and cuddled up to me. I whispered to her that it was up to her what if anything we did in bed for this night and with wide open eyes she smiled and began to kiss me and caress my chest. “Mmm, Aingeal, that's nice. There’s something special about orgasming in front of strangers. ‘Oh Issy, I’m, mmm, not sure what’s happening...I’m not usually...um...like this.’ She said breathily. I still felt a tingling heat in my groin, and my shaft, leaking seed, remained as firm as it was inside of her mouth. She said it is cute you are calling her Kitten all the time, we were both Daddy’s girls and he called her that, so she took right to it, I said what did he call you, she said Angel Baby. He sucked on it for a few seconds to Molly's moans before moving to her other tit. He wondered how she would react. I knew that Momma and many of couple my family and friends were also watching from the roof of the apartment building a few blocks away. Just a year ago, this was illegal. I carried her to a corner of the shower stall and backed her into the corner. Watching well-built younger men get naked for me and my man was very exciting for me. I love a man with a tight arse and comparing their erect cock with my man’s thick eight-inches. Getting caught by bandits was never intended as part of my plan, but I was careless. Mom doesn’t really have a house other than a mobile home so she would need a place to stay if the judge would grant her release. I asked her why? She would leave us alone together all the time, while she would go to work. Plunging his fat meaty cock balls deep into her pink tight teen pussy aggressively while looking back with unbreakable eye contact "umfh... She lowered her head and her ass lost grip on my allowing me to adjust. She lifted her hips, opening her legs wider for him. Fingering That is probably the grayest area you get into when it comes to cheating. We all heard it. Her nipples poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning’s events. I got a call that week for asian an interview at the hotel I'd applied at, I figured it would help distract me from the online woman and headed to the meeting on time. I was staring in his amazing green eyes and once I could actually move again even though I was still cumming all over his dick and balls, I looked down. It wasn’t too much of Phil to ask me to think of him as a good person, but… well, as he said, he was leaving soon. maybe ten times from many angles. Especially the torment currently being inflicted upon his treacherous former queen. She got his opinion on a list of things to bring, learning the first thing they had in common; the outdoors.