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It was a snapshot of Parisian high-society, something out of the films she had watched and loved about the sort of life she had always dreamed about living. When money was not an option the only limit was imagination and pussy the imagination of those with money to burn was a very strange and dark place. This must be what parties were like for the super rich. She scanned the crowd further, gaining nothing from the occupants and feeling very alone in this room full of strange people. Her sense of intrigue outweighed the fear that was brewing in the pits of her stomach. Someone brushed passed her arm and she turned to apologise. A man nodded at her and said, “nice mask. Is it Dali?” but he was gone before she could reply. 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 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 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 masturbating 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 amateur 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 teen robe and with the face of a cat played an intense foreign melody that gagging 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 blonde white bodies pressed against each other in the corner where a cry of lust emanated. A lady in a black 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 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. I took a few deep breaths as I made my way to the bathroom. She squirted. His construction job left him tanned and looking rugged….and Sara liked what she saw. You have a date?” My father was of course, not present for my arrival. “Yeah.” She looks sexy on her back. I started to kiss amateur her so hard and deep while I rolled so that I was on top of her. She said weakly. He said that is very impressive indeed. "That's a good girl. Cara: It was fun walking around the hotel in basically nothing. God teen it looked big. I couldn't masturbating help my shivers as I knelt there, pussy juices leaking down my thighs. I want to feel held and loved.” The stains near the drain. "Like what?" Your clitoris?” “No, no Jeremy, that has been in my ooophhgrugh.” Jeremy had slipped his cock right in Thomas’s mouth as Thomas was pleading with him. I thrust a few more times, then pull my slick cock out of her. You are primarily mine but they can use you in any way they want. If she wants you pussy she`ll find you. I grabbed him gagging by the waist and urged him “Do it Sam.” He needed no more encouragement and started huffing deep breaths as I felt a prick gush semen for the fourth time in less than 30 minutes. The boys watched her strip off her shorts and they both felt the blood rushing to their crotch. I’m just going to go for the salad, I already ate. Evan asked. “Do you hate her?” I asked. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down blonde her pussy through her shorts. Leesa decided to locate herself on the planet and identify her surroundings first. I meant only myself, but when she came onto Coach Heath, she got in trouble. "Not those panties, Daddy. “That's it baby,” he encouraged, rubbing her clit harder as they sped up their rhythm. I groaned, my dick shuddering. She breathed in as I flicked open the button. Just then, Cynthia looked over at Don and quickly winked her eye at him.