"Fuck me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me." What's that?" Please," she breathes, louder, "Fuck me." Where?"The desperation is evident. "Here. Now." WHERE...?" My finger drifts all the way down her back and grazes her knot.She exhales noisily. Bites her lip. "Fuck!" Then so softly I can barely hear her, adds, "Anywhere. I'm yours."I sit up, tension skyrocketing when I unbuckle my trousers and free my solid cock. I stroke it and smear pre-come over the head. So fucking hard.Shoving her forward into the. “What did you say?’ I asked.“Oh, I just told her I wanted a certain type of room. I think you’ll like it.”“Lead on.” I said, as I took my lover’s hand.“Do you mind if I join in?” The voyeur asked my hopefully. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me too, but this girl is just my type.”“Well honey, I wouldn’t exactly say no if you, well, touched me too.” I smiled. “A threesome sounds delightful.”“Really? I can do, um, stuff with you too?” She looked so excited. “Wow, I like American. I rocked my hips with the rhythm, as much as possible resting my hand on his head, pushing myself further on his face and mouth. His thumb continued to press hard against my rigid clit, driving me insane. I was going to cum! Excitement of stranger licking my folds was too much for me to bear . I felt it building in my pussy and spreading down through my burning thighs. It was going to happen! i was going to orgasm right in middle of his mouth as Rupesh sawed his tongue in and out of the slick. I opened the door and was assaulted by the smell of, what was it?Sal was in the kitchen. She was closing the oven door.When I moved in to the flat I had been assured that the kitchen was fully equipped. I took their word for it. I had opened cupboards and seen piles of pans and bowls, and closed them again. There were even drawers filled with aprons and tea-towels. These had been used -- by the various maids that had cleaned up after me. The coffee-maker, the toaster, mugs, plates, spoons and.