She then showed her buyers the main bathroom off the hallway and the second bedroom. "Very nice," said Mrs. Johnson. "Not bad," said Mr. Johnson.... "Can we see the basement?" "Sure!" said Gail, and led them back downstairs and then down to the finished basement. "Oh, a medieval motif!" said Mrs. Johnson as she entered the recreation room that resembled an English pub with exposed beams and stonework.The room was filled with odd-looking items of furniture, some covered with drop. We were to meet in the bar at the hotel where I stayed while in town doing business with the local college. I got there early so that I could watch them enter in case I didn't like what I saw and decided to duck out. I didn't have to worry about that---not one bit.When they first entered the bar Mike said something to Charlotte and immediately went to the men's room while she took a seat at the bar as I watched from a corner booth. Since she wasn't looking around I assumed it wasn't them, but I. “I want daddy’s big dick! I’m gonna suck it and fuck it because I’m a naughty little slut!”It was a very comfortable queen sized bed with four posts that he sometimes used to tie down his willing partners. He would always ask them first because in spite of his insatiable appetite for a sucking slut with a squeezing pussy hole, he wanted to make sure that his partner was completely willing. He wasn’t into brute force or coercion unless the chick asked for it. Quickly he stripped off his robe. I walked towards Amanda but my face must have given things away and, as I pulled her in for a kiss, I said, "She is here." I was glad Amanda was there, what bloke wouldn't be, and she had had time to reflect on events and still wanted to be around me. I have to honest, that did a lot for my pride.I didn't have to explain who 'she' was as, by now, Christine was standing by us, and exclaimed loudly "What the fuck is she doing here?" while pointing at Amanda.Everyone looked round, and it was.