As he finished his cereal, he noticed that he felt somewhat invigorated – crap, what do I do with this energy at this hour of the night, he thought.... He went back to his bedroom, put his clothes back on, and went outside.It was a cool, clear night – no breeze, nice air temperature – and the stars were out. There was a park nearby, so Mike walked into the small park, found a bench, and sat down – it felt good – still, quiet, cool – odd, he thought – he normally didn’t like parks – but something. There were certain things she’d prefer, for instance if he happened to a sexy older man that would be awesome. Local too would be nice, but if not local, at least in England. From everything she’d gleaned, from the maturity of his writing to the nostalgic retro of his punny screen name, he had to fit the first criteria, surely in the forty-plus age bracket. As to location, whilst he wrote in English, that didn’t necessarily make him English. They bantered back and forth, mainly about his story,. .and that tonight’s session would probably keep her embarrassed and aroused for days. Crawling into the bathroom every single twist sent small sharp numbing sensations into her nipples and made the small kitten like mewls erupt further out of her throat. The scrubbing in the bathroom on the days she had to wear this was always particularly humiliating as it meant the scrubbing had to be done with her tongue, and her mouth. The rag stuffed within she slowly scrubbed the base of the toilet and. I suckled so hard on Shane's cock as Lottie lapped up my cunt cream. Savannah swirled her tongue around my asshole, teasing me. I felt incredible. Just such a naughty whore. This was amazing.“Fucking hell!” growled Shane. He ripped his cock from my mouth. Drool spilled over my chin. I panted, shuddering as the flames burned hotter. They consumed my thoughts. I whimpered there in wordless delight as Lottie lapped at my pussy.“Yes!” I groaned as my orgasm hit its peak.Savannah pulled her head.