........

having entered your chambers numerous times in the past, I thought I would have been fully prepared for what awaited me...

how wrong could I possibly be... The shear sight of our whore's playful act of "dressing" you in your colorful gown of ribbon, brings me to ponder what a wonderous sight I am beholding...

her fingers dance lightly over your nubile form, and I can feel not only my own excitement, but it is replicated two-fold within the eyes of each of you.... You sit on the edge of your bed...

the four poster that is adorned with the wispy light fabric that makes the room seem like a cloud....

I know that I must have been dispatched into heaven myself, in the presence of so much beauty....

The wench scoops up another handful of the ribbon..showering them over your head..you begin to resmble a gift of the season....

ai...but, the unwrapping has only just begun...

I gently ease you back towards the sheets, pausing to admire....to dream....Our whore can seem to hardly contain herself, her hand begins to circle, tracing the outlines of your bosom, her tounge is drawn slowly across her upper lip....somehow, I believe that her inner fire will shortly burn brightly from this slow ember... "Oh, Marcos....", you coo in delight....

"This is such a special surprise....

I hadn't realized that you ever would share your bitch with me....

" That brought to my lips, a sweet smile....

leaning over you, sweetly kissing your neck.. Bringing your leg towards me, your thigh finding out what you have already known...

that my excitment still grows as you feel how firm that my length has become....raking the backside of my nails along the inside of your thigh maked you draw inward a sharp breath...you squirm....now I have a sight that I have always loved...

your personal place begins to protrude from its' delicate cavern..a sight that hasn't escaped the attention of our whore..

she seizes the moment to draw across your opened legs with a feathery touch from the many sliken strands she holds in her hand....

you seem to now shudder as you feel the tingle of her touch... "My Queen, you have such a delicate softness....I will bring pleasures to the both of you...you will see!" Her hands join mine, one on each side of you....

seeing you writh with delights that I have not seen before... She draws a hand to her mouth, wetting the tips of her fingers, reaching from the pouting of your soft place, slowly briging them across the moistened lips...the light touch across your personal place causes you to push your hips from the bed, but her fingers do not linger there....

only lightly...

as she spreads her fingers, I can see how well you are throbbing...

how much I want to take you into my mouth and taste all that you will offer me...

But, I think that our whore has much the same idea....

brushing aside her hair, she begins a slow decent..I can soon only see the tip of her tounge as she traces along the inside of your thigh with her tender mouth..

you want to hold her head and guide her actions, but...I catch you, bringing them to my own lap..you relent, finding my length much to your liking.....