I've got a great sparebedroom and I've been told my poached eggs on toast with a thin layerof white aged cheese sauce is second to none." Tempting, v...ery tempting, but I've been in these clothes for way toolong," John said."Tell you what, if this doesn't scare you that is, why don't you pass methose clothes to me from your room and I'll toss them in the wash.They'll be clean and dry by morning," Susan said."That would be very rude of me," John said but wishing he could."Nonsense, it's what,. He rubbed the head of his cock against my asshole hard, then in an agonizingly slow movement, he shifted the head of his cock in and out. As if enjoying waiting to feel that pop as the head slipped past my ring. He pulled all the way out. Delaying. Waiting for my asshole to be as tight and sore as possible. I realised he was torturing me. He pushed in again, teasing me with the head. I was whimpering pathetically, then with one swift move, hands in my long red hair, he slipped his cock in. It was around the fifth dance when I realized that I had turned him on. Every time I bent my knees and went low, I could feel his erection pressing on my lower back. And feeling that turned me on. After a few more dances, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and whispered, “Let's get out of here.” He nodded, and placed his arm around me as I headed up the steps. I pulled Alex into the first empty bedroom, and when I turned towards him, he grabbed me and kissed me. I moaned with the taste. Good. Sounds of running water - a shower. Even better.I scouted around a little, found the bedroom and a study on the upper floor, the living room, kitchen, a small dining room, and finally the bathroom on the ground floor. All tastefully furnished, and a little messy, enough to indicate that someone lived here.Back to business. I checked the bathroom door handle. Locked of course, but worth a try, just in case.I removed various items from my bag: a roll of pale masking tape and a heavy hemp.
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