RICHARD
"Charlotte?"
Her eyes rise to mine once more. "Sir?"
"I think you know what is expected of you?"
"Yes, sir."
My c**k is fighting my clothing. Trying to hang on to my dignity, "Tell me, Charlotte.... Would you prefer to have me and your Master f**k you separately, or together?"
"Together, sir." Her scent billows up and my shaft makes another bid for freedom.
"James?"
"How would you like her, Richard?"
What a question....
"I think bending over to start off with. That way, you and I both have access, while I get to know Charlotte a little better."
James' voice is bland, almost curt, but there is a twinkle to his eyes. "Over the horse, Charlotte, and spread."
I have to ask her....
.... ask her....
Stooping, I hook my arms under hers, lifting her until she almost looks me
