Taken

Roarke was about to protest and looked up at Jenna when he saw that Emma had removed Jenna's dress.

Until our debt is paid, I will be yours, I belong to you, I will come one month a year or whenever you want. Mr. Roarke was stunned, also dazzled by the beauty. He would never have considered this prospect. Normally, he would have refused, but now his impulses, his desire, won out. He let Jenna get on her knees, unzip his pants, and take Mr. Roarke's penis in her mouth.

Emma added,

• I will do the same, Mr. Roarke. When I lose my virginity, I will be yours with Jenna. She placed some papers on the table. These are our commitments for the duration of our debt. We belong to you and will carry out your wishes to the letter.

Jenna had undeniable expertise; he quickly developed an extraordinary erection, and Jenna was in awe.

• Mr. Roarke, I never would have imagined such a sex, I, I
• Come, dear Jenna, let's drink the wine since it's drawn. Mr. Roarke resigned himself to abandoning the gentleman's costume to take on the role that seemed to please his two guests so much. Emma began to kiss him while Jenna straddled his penis and impaled herself on it. She gagged deliciously as he filled her completely.

Emma removed Mr. Roarke's clothes, who stood up and penetrated Jenna completely to the hilt, who let out a cry of pleasant surprise.

• You don't know what you've signed up for, I'm no angel, quite the opposite.

Jenna, despite the lack of air as Roarke began to move in and out of her, said,

• So much the better, I want to be yours, do with me what you will.

Jenna's words, barely whispered between gasps, made Roarke shudder. His hand closed around her hip, almost tearing it away with each thrust, only to **** her back down onto him, until their skin met with a wet smack.

He replied,

• Too bad for you.