Mistress as usual chose what I would wear, a long black satin dress one side slit to my upper thigh. The neckline was extremely low and revealing, the... back too plunged down to my arse. Mistress herself wore a similar dress in cream as looking sensational as she always does. No underwear for either of us just high heels.Once dinner was over it was my time. Our guests made themselves comfortable in the lounge whilst Mistress took me upstairs to prepare.Mistress slipped out of her long cream satin. She sits back down on my lap, her ass getting wet with my pre-cum and her pussy's juices that are running out and down her asshole onto my hard cock. You eagerly watch as you can see her grinding with desire, watching my swollen balls and occasionally catching a glimpse of my cock riding the crack of her ass. She can't take it any more, sitting up just enough to grab my cock and position it so she can sit down, taking it all in one motion moaning loudly. She rides me loudly moaning, working. Even though we were in so called "God's country", the sun can get very warm by mid afternoon, and depending upon the time of year, with its different angles, play some really wild tricks on people's vision.She returned wearing a white beach robe over her one piece suit. Karen was not blessed with the face of a homecoming queen or Hollywood starlet. Her face had a warmth to it that said she was a friendly person, not difficult to look at, with bright green eyes and a soft complexion, but would. The room had no windows and just had a small tube light to lighten the room, which came down from the asbestos room with a long string. There was a small ceiling fan coming down next to the light also. It had one queen sized bed and an indian style urinal within the room. This really surprised me as there was no separate wall or room for the toilet, it was within the room itself. There was a small tap next to the urinal and obviously due to the fact that there was no separate toilet, the entire.