I could see her pussy. It looked excited and wet.I didn't waste a moment. I scampered to my knees and got behind her, looking down at the side of her ...face, partly hidden beneath her brown hair, for a sign that she wanted me to do what I thought she wanted me to do.I could see her look back at me, nothing but continued desire in her eyes.I took hold of my cock and guided it toward her wet-looking slot, feeling the heat as my large, inflamed cockhead touched the lips of her feminine opening.It. My body was in complete control of him. He held my hands in his and came down on me and started kissing and nibbling on my stomach. Swirling his tongue in my navel giving me waves of sensation. I could just throw my head away and moan in pleasure. He then hungrily pulled down my bra and cupped my chest in his hand and started pressing it. I was in sweet pain and pleasure. He put his head on my other nipple and started nibbling and biting it. He ate both my chest with utter power. I was moaning. The weekend retreat center was in a remote wooded area to the north. It had the usual resort residences and meeting rooms, a spa and sauna, but it also featured an intimate theatre, playrooms, and dungeons.On Friday night, a select group of society members had gathered in the little theatre, five couples including Deb and me. As was the custom for a formal initiation, we were all dressed in long hooded robes, red for the men, gold for the women. We were all naked underneath. The theatre. As soon as the phone was answered, he said, "Jim? This is Brian. Keep shtum. The cops are investigating." Then closed his phone and deleted all his calls from the phone's memory.Looking out of the cubbyhole they called his office, he saw the policeman striding towards him, following the store boy. Brian immediately stepped out of his office and walked towards them, holding out his hand in welcome,"Hi there! How can I help you?"The policeman replied, "I am here to observe a stocktaking inventory.