Not only was he what they were looking for at the basest level, a fellow Yank (even from the same part of the country as they were), but he was nice a...nd charming and witty, and good company. Though he wasn’t movie-star handsome he was OK to look at. He had a really good job, judging by the luxury of the hotel and this suite, and he dressed well. ‘So. what are we doing tomorrow?’ Lisa asked from the couch opposite, her mouth curled up in a small grin. ‘Whatever you like, ladies,’ Alan answered,. The need to devour, to hold, to take rose in him. This was far removed from the gentle, sophisticated seduction of Rachmaninoff. With the notes of Orff rose the need to possess, the passionate desire to claim her body and soul. It was not enough anymore to satisfy the physical need, he wanted to see her taken away by her own pleasure, wanted to own that moment of absolute abandon - wanted her to gift him with it. With the strength of the almost visceral chorus of Carmina Burana he lifted her in. He was big, I felt when he put it into me that I might not be able to take it all, but I somehow managed. He was gentle as well as strong, moving slowly within me and I thought that I would die when we both came together. I was enjoying the afterglow of sex with him when Rebecca’s outburst spoiled it all. CHAPTER SIX Rebecca’s Story I was devastated! There was Mummy on the bed with HIM! They were both naked and had obviously been making love. She must have seduced him because I know that he. The clamps on her nipples shot bolts of pleasure directly to her wide-open cunt. Her juices flowed copiously, flooding past her drenched panties to create a steadily growing spot on her skirt. Her breathing became ragged and her hands grasped at the hem of her skirt in a feeble attempt to regain control. But the tongue pressed against her pussy began to flutter with increasing speed. Her clit throbbed and burned. Her cunt walls and labia thickened, engorged by her impending climax. As her.