Her room had an ensuite bathroom and a dressing table with a lucrative array of all sorts of make-up. Roman must really care about me. She got dressed... and dolled herself up like she should, and headed downstairs into the kitchen. She took a petty glee in knowing she was the first of her team to be up. With such a good impression she was sure Roman would take her side when she complained about whatever happened last night. She noticed dirty dishes in the sink behind the large table, so she set. The room was perfectly tidy, the bed was made up, and there was nothing on the floor but two pairs of house shoes. It felt almost like the loss of virginity again when I got on the bed, Evelyn following my lead. Having seen the gorgeous view of her small ass, I wanted to do the only thing I couldn't do when I had drugged her. I told her to turn around and face the wall, placing my knees between hers. I grabbed my half-hard dick and run it between her pussy lips, watching it quickly grow. "You. ”“Aw, that’s a shame.”“It is? Why?”“You don’t think girls can’t enjoy two oiled up young men going at it?”“I, I never thought about it. Do you? Enjoy oiled up young men boning away on the pages of a book?”Lia shook her head. “Oil gets into the paper and leaves stains,” she teased.“And a Kindle wipes down. Interesting perspective. Now, let me get another of these boxes as if I’m right, there’s something you might find more interesting,” I said as I took down box number two.“Me? Jim, we’re here. ‘You poor sweetie, how long have you been married?’ ‘We’ve been married for eight years,’ replied Muriel, obviously relieved to be answering questions rather than explaining her situation. ‘Would you like to come around with your husband, or maybe first on your own, and we could chat about this?’ ‘That would be wonderful please.’ ‘Ok, so when would suit you?’ ‘I’m free all day today if that’s OK with you, but if that’s too soon, just let me know. My husband has a well-paid job and he doesn’t.