I headed for the end of the line and took my place. I would have a long wait, hope the young lady didn’t tire, damn should have never left my place....“Hey,” the guy in front of me turned around to speak with me, “Have you had a turn yet?”“No, not yet. You?”“Yeah, this bitch is hot. She won’t let you cum in her pussy, she wants it in her mouth or all over her face. You get to fuck her then when your ready to cum you pull out and stick it in her mouth or pump it all over her face.” He sounded. She walked to another corner of the room and picked up what looked to bea large purple messenger bag, or a really large purse. Being soproportionally small to the world, to me it looked like a largebackpacking pack sized bag from back home. I watched her open it on theother end of the bed where I couldn?t see inside and dug out the otheroutfit that she?d warned me about. All I could see at first was a bundleof pink fabric.She came closer and opened it up to let me see it was some sort of. "Look," I said, "there's no-one here to see you, I won't tell the boss if you take your shirt off and cool down."He readily agreed. When he stripped his shirt off I was confronted with pecs that my husband, and I for that matter, can only dream of. I couldn't contain myself anymore. "Right! Just pop this box up to the first room at the top of the stairs and I'll get you a cold drink." I said.The first room was my bedroom of course. As soon as he started up the stairs I dashed into the kitchen. Apart from the natural high this undeserved victory had given them, their straight sets win meant they still had time to go back to Sam and Lynn’s house and make love. If they were quick... And they had been quick; the evidence was obvious. Sara’s shirt and sports bra were bunched up uncomfortably under her chin baring her small boobs; her skirt was raised high around her belly button and God alone knew where her panties were. Sam still wore his shirt but his shorts and pants were tangled.