Celine's comment about getting laid came back to me just at that moment. I wonder what it would be like to have him in my bed, his broad chest pressed... up against my breasts. "Is everything alright?" His voice snapped me back into the present- his was pointing out where I would dine, the spa, the library, the bar. I must have a glazed look on my face. I blushed. "Oh... yes... Of course. Long flight. Michael, is it hurricane season or something?" "No." his eyes sparkle with amusement. "I think. She gasped.i then made her stand with her back to me. I started pressing her tits while i rubbed my cock against the crack of her ass.her dress was soft and icould feel her crack and she also could feel my cock as i had not worn my underwear deliberately.she said please -kyo pareshan karte ho.I said i need to kiss you all over.and started removing her clothes. She resisted like normally girls do but you know they want you to dominate. Looked at her breasts and those brown nipples. I started. ..”We cut to a montage of her inside that tower block, visiting her husband’s office at a law firm; joking with his secretary and talking to one of his business partners. This is intercut with footage of her being interviewed at home in close-up, and occasional photographs of her family, etc.She monologues her story over the top of these clips.“I’m married to Marcus ... He’s a solicitor. He’s actually senior partner in a law firm here in Wolverhampton. Doing very well for himself. He’s a good. Most of the girls I have fucked have been girlfriends although some have been more casual, some even ex-girlfriends. Ha-ha. They just keep coming back for more. So I'm into double figures now for the number of girls that I have fucked. That's more than a lot of grown men.Anyway, back to the evening in question. It was about 5.30 when I arrived at Paul's house and I could hear the noise from his garden about 50 yards away. I was wearing cropped khaki trousers with trainers and no socks and a.