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worked his way along the line. When he came to Casey he hovered for a few seconds, saw that she was holding herself open for him with both hands, and drove into her. But this was different. No longer was it a calculated, cool fuck; he was into Casey with an awesome ferocity. Lady T was urging him to go faster and harder, at the same time pushing herself back on to my cock and crying out for me to emulate the butler’s abandoned pistoning of Casey. I managed to comply for longer than I could have imagined possible but eventually Lady T’s cries of “Fuck me, fuck me,” were joined in exhortations to further extremes by everyone else in the room; all control lost, I gave way, releasing spurt after spurt of spunk into our hostess’s cunt. Only then did she give Jordan the word. At once, he pulled out of Casey, leapt to his feet and offered his cock to Lady T. Her mouth took everything.
When, some while later, a dressed and once more imperturbable Jordan moved round the room with the champagne tray, I proposed a silent toast. Thanks, Casey Fernandez. Thanks, Lady T. Here’s to the next time.
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