The contrast between these normal activities and the previous night was surreal.In the evening I changed back into my cocktail dress and we ate dinner... in a celebrity chef’s restaurant. Pete made oblique allusions to the previous night throughout the evening which made me blush frequently. Each time it happened, I looked around the crowded room wondering what the other diners might think of us; the nice-but-dull upper-middle-class married couple out for a pleasant but routine evening. You might have gathered that I’m not exactly chipper in the morning, at least not until I’ve thrown down a couple of Cokes or Mountain Dews—impossible in this house, as my parents are bafflingly anti-soda.My daze was broken by the gentle creaking of the stairs. Who the hell else is up this fucking early? My question was answered quickly—and wonderfully—when my little sister Julia came shuffling around the corner, staring at me quizzically through her tussled mop of golden blonde hair. Little. I waited for him. once i heard the door open and immediately i coupe feel his presence, his cologne. I had a raging hardon. he watched me very closely, fingered my mouth. he pulled up me guided to the bed and said: knee down and lick my ass! I did azaz he said. I dig my tongue out And began to lick slowly his hairy ass. IT had a very strong and musky smell, And a little bitter taste. It turned me more and more on, so I started to go deeper in his ass. I felt a tense building up in his body And. He walked behind the reception desk leaving me hanging, then returned carrying a large, thick, white, church candle. I felt my eyes widen as I realised what he was going to do. I felt the excitement build inside me. He unzipped my pussy, pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket, squirted some onto my labia then rubbed it all over and into my pussy. I felt him work a few fingers inside to open my pussy up. He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out something metal. I saw it looked.