” He leaned in and spoke softly. “Everything was done through an intermediary. I never met the client and have no idea who it was.”“Who was th...e intermediary?” I asked firmly.“The Gasman,” Finn answered, looking around to ensure that he wasn’t overheard. “He’s here in London. But I swear to you, W, I didn’t know it was for a snatch. I thought it was a rescue.”“If you’re lying to me...” I said firmly.“Swear on all that’s holy,” Finn quickly responded as he hurried away.“It’s time for me to go,” I. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants and take out his cock.” I felt it was safe to do so, because there were only four other aroused men in the bar including the bartender. Moni unzipped his pants, as I had commanded.“Take John’s cock out and suck it” and she did so, as I put three fingers in her now sopping pussy. Her head bobbed up and down on the shaft of his cock as I finger fucked her. John was too excited by this public display to last long,. After our shower I checked in the mirror. Not only was I going to have a bruised backside but; there was no way to hide the bruise I’d have on each thigh. I didn’t have a dress or shorts long enough. About an hour later I took that cock again. That time I was on my tummy while Bill made sure his little bitch was well-fucked! I was up before Bill so I went to get coffee. The guy from the night before – in the next room – was having coffee in the little picnic area so we talked for a few minutes.. We didn’t live too close to each other, which made it hard to meet up. We did the best we could though, we messaged each other, called each other, talked over web cam, and sent heaps of pictures. I woke up thinking about him, I reached for my phone and went to the pictures he had sent me the previous night. I put my phone up on the bedside table so I had both hands free, then put my right hand down my black short shorts and started to rub my clit as I looked at the picture of him jerking off..