2011 / 2012 I
New Pattaya Review
2011 / 2012
Come Back at Eight
"Are you afraid of a lady, Andre?" Madame T asked.
Madame placed her hand on my knee. I took her hand, and kissed it lightly. She moaned, and closed her eyes.
I knelt at her feet, and pushed her dress and petticoats up. I slowly pulled down her lace pantaloons, and spread her legs. I moved closer, and began to trace the lines of her soft folds. As I continued my ministrations, Madame began to moan - then cry out in passion.
After a time, the countess pulled up.
"Come back at eight, pretty lad."