So now, perched on my stool, Anita’s hand pulling assertively at my wrist, my own voice sounded less familiar in my ears than hers. “Of course, b...ut there’s no point hanging around in here, the bar boys will be outside somewhere. They’re supposed to be circling the pool but they’re probably up in the hotel flirting with the maids.” ‘Flirting with the maids’: for some reason; perhaps it was the sun or the heat or the ready availability of partially clothed flesh parading before my ogling eyes;. He was fucking my throat like a man fucks a pussy or an ass; he was jackhammering and grunting, and calling me his little faggot boy, and his bitch. My face was banging against his body, my hands were running up and down his legs and fondling his ass, and my own soft cock was beginning to rise again. The poppers had my head swimming, and my body felt electrified. After only a minute or so of fucking my face, he began to lose his rhythm. I knew that was a sign he was close to cumming. . MD arrived slightly early, knocking on the door she greeted me in her own fishnets. Her tight black dress showed off her hips and ass. Kelly, she said, so nice to meet you, she greeted me with with a hug and had me twirl. We sat down, poured a glass of wine and began chatting. It was obvious that I was the stand in for my wife, she was intent on fucking Kelly and, since she couldn't, I was the next best thing. On the third glass of wine she moved closer, her hand had slowly been moving further. "Hello" He said, I giggled, "Hello Mr Grey." He led me into the Cafe, with was very busy, why it had to be that day to be busy when all I wanted to do was sit down and talk to him. We were finally served and he took the tray and lead me to the table. I am thinking about him, how tall he is, taking in his body underneath his clothes, distracting myself by pouring far too much sugar into my coffee."Sooooo" He drawled.. "Hmmmm, here we are" I replied, "What have you got in the envelope Mr Grey,.