It was technically a terraced house, but nothing like the little inner city workers dwellings, characterised in dramas set in the industrial north or ...London’s East End. This was period Georgian and four-storeys; in a desirable, leafy street. He parked the car and then carried everything inside.Mary wasn’t sure what to expect from a famous rock star’s home, but having come to know Tommy Malone quite well she wasn’t surprised by it’s cosy simplicity. He wasn’t there much, but at least it felt. Too big to be just her saliva, and the fact that he shot his load down her throat eliminated the possibility of it being his cum. Then he saw the source...the lower part of her dress was wet, and reaching down to pull up the hemline he saw that her panties were soaked throughout! She was a squirter, and during the course of him fucking her mouth she must have cum several times! Lightening flashed through the d****s and thunder roared outside as he reached back into the box to retrieve a butt. “But you don’t enjoy gruel,” he reminded her.“Yes, but if that is all you have to eat then you eat it,” she teased him.He would also at times let her ride the whip handle with her cunny at night but that seemed to satisfy neither of them. Penelope said fingers were far more nimble and clever at pleasure then fucking herself on a whip handle.“We could be married after the war,” Charles assured her.“This incessant war shows no sign of ending, Master Charles” she told him as she played with. Even with the growling monster trying desperately to get to her, the world around her seemed to disappear. All she could hear and feel was him. Wyatt was still watching Ember’s face closely. What he was about to do was her choice, and when he noticed the corner of her mouth turn up, he knew it was what she really wanted to have happen. Wyatt lifted his hips and then moved in, his thick, hard cock ripping the membrane at the entrance of her hot wet pussy and stretching it. Ember yelled out, her.