Nearly an hour passed while I lounged on a sofa watching the merry-go-round. Casey, needing a pause herself, came to join me, marvelling at the stamina of many of the participants. The older women, I observed, seemed virtually insatiable. Brought to orgasm by lapping female tongues or cunning probing fingers, or by male insertion, they would take a glass of champagne from Jordan’s tray, sip for a few minutes and then go in search of ever more lascivious delights. One or two arseholes were opened up, the ineffable Jordan proffering lubricant. The woman with the steel grey undertook double penetration and, as far as we could tell, satisfied both men before frigging herself. That gave Lady T the opportunity to declare it was time for the finale. I turned to Casey for enlightenment but she shook her head.

“Just watch,” she said. “Ladies only now, plus Jordan and - unless I’m mistaken - you.”

The routine was obviously familiar for one by one the women took their places on the floor, kneeling, bottoms in the air, legs slightly apart, cunts exposed. Next, Jordan placed a cushioned chair with its back to the kneeling row. He helped Lady T, naked herself now, to kneel on the chair before stepping out of his trousers and displaying his erection. It was something to behold; plainly by far the biggest cock of the whole assembly, eclipsing even the impressive appendage that had been wielded by the black footballer. A purple circumcised head indicated that Jordan had been privately preparing himself for this moment. Jordan moved in front of Lady T and climbed on to a footstool so that his cock was level with his employer’s face. The sucking that followed was surely just for Lady T’s pleasure; Jordan needed no added stimulation. She took her time, showing a remarkable ability to absorb almost the whole gleaming length. Finally, she indicated that she was ready to move on. When Jordan stepped down, she called to me to join her. Not, though, to take the butler’s place on the footstool. That was removed and positioned for me behind her Ladyship. It proved a perfect height, allowing me to indulge in yet another doggy-style fuck; perhaps my fourth or fifth of the evening - I had lost count. Lady T gripped the arms of the chair for support and instructed me to give her “all you’ve got.”

At the same time, Jordan moved into his ordained role. I realised why all the women were in a row on their knees. One after another they were to be the recipients of Jordan’s magnificent cock. He didn’t hurry. Each woman was gripped by the hips, penetration was effected, and then she was fucked. Fucked until Lady T judged she had had enough. Then she would command Jordan to move on to the next. From our vantage point, Lady T and I fucked and watched the show. Jordan was nothing short of magnificent, dispensing a series of pumping thrusts into each open cunt, seemingly never losing sight of his role of the dedicated servant. I knew that Casey was the last in the line, told by Lady T to take that place. Slowly, never leaving his partner short-changed, Jordan