I controlled my first stroke in, but she was too dry so only my tip pierced her. She cried out anyway, the sound dulled by all the chanting echoing th...rough the stone chambers. I spit and lathered a few times and pushed myself in, nudging and pulling her body towards mine. Her pussy lips latched onto my shaft and I groaned at the euphoria of it. She was hot, and tight, and the more I thrusted into her, the more she gripped me. I wanted all the way in, I felt a barrier of resistance for a moment,. I approached her table and gave a slight bow and introduced myself. "I am the Phantom or Opera Ghost if you prefer." "I'm Lana the upstairs maid," she responded with a smile, "May one join you?" "Please do." I took a seat opposite her and summoned the waitress and ordered a round of drinks. We chatted politely as we waited for our drinks. "You are alone?" I asked. "Not totally alone. I came with one of the men from the office," she responded. "Will he mind my intrusion?" I just needed someone. “That’s a fair point Bob. What about that business with the jewellers a few years back. That might not go down so well if the truth got out?” Now the Landlord joined in the fun of seeing the tables turned on Bob Tailor. “Rumours! You can’t throw mud at me!” Bob was clearly on the defensive now, and glanced around the room in quick shifty gestures, as the crowd turned on him. All wanted an explanation. “You were mixed up with that jewel robbery. A smash and grab. Someone wrapped newspaper. As I like to do, I stripped immediately for them, while they remained clothed, drinking and smoking. They were all quite large built guys and hairy with beards. I moved from one to the other and gave them some deep kisses on the mouth as they played with and fondled me. One of Alain's mates put some handcuffs on me, one set on each hand and the other guy attached some clasps round my ankles. This was turning me on, and I had already taken a Viagra, so was standing proud. They moved me to an.