"Thank you, that was considerate of you." It was Kate's idea." Holly gave Steph an evil grin, and I pushed away the rage I felt. He had to go. I could...n't live like this.Steph tittered like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Yes, I believe it was, but I got our drinks."I sipped my coffee and kept my eyes on him. I couldn't stop looking at his lips. "Yes, Steph should get the real credit."He took a long drink and drained half the bottle in one go. "Well, I've completely. I love you. I want you to enjoy yourself." "Does it excite you, Michael? Does it excite you when you think about other men playing with my tits?" "It does right now." "Because you're aroused." "Yes." Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "Then I guess I'll have to keep you perpetually aroused." I laughed. "That could be fun." "I think so, too." Up to this point, Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that. When he did, he grabbed her hair and held her on his pulsating member. She swallowed gamely but was unable to prevent a trickle of viscous white semen escaping from her lips. It trickled down her chin then fell onto her bruised left breast. Cyril slapped her - hard. 'You must be fucking deaf!' He yelled.'He said "swallow every fucking drop" not dribble it all over your titties!' He hit her again. 'Lick it off!' He ordered and sniggered as she lifted her bosom, lowered her head and extended a. Should I open the door? What if he laughs at me? What if he is a plant from the police? (entrapment was very common in those days). He turned back towards the wall, and I was devastated.I got up from my crouched position and stood at the door. He MUST of heard my stilletos on the floor?Still he did not move.Then I heard another guy come in the building, and he too stood at the troughs.I very quietly moved back to the key hole.This guy was in his thirties, and he was not messing about. Almost.