” She had a wicked smile. Saskia pulled away from me and rolled onto her back. “You going to fuck us both, darling?” She spread her legs lascivi...ously. Rosalind looked at me. “Am I?” Something inside me, I don’t know what made me suddenly lose all arousal. There was a predatory look in Rosalind’s eyes. I had, in my mind’s eye, an image of the beautiful American butch I’d met in Berlin and with whom I had been caught on camera by a paparazzo and I was scared, irrationally perhaps, that this might. Outside Geert stands in the shelter of the over hanging roof and waits for me. He accepts his beer silently and we walk up the hill towards the motel. My hands and my legs are trembling with pent up nervous energy and I almost drain my beer in one long draught. Geert watches me and asks if I am alright. I am and I nod trying to relay a calmness I don’t feel. We reach a door at the end of a row. It is marked 24 and I notice that 23 and 22 are both dark and silent. The autobahn in the distance is. "I'm not quite sure, you've never proved it." I played with his thoughts and he grinned, bring his up and placed it on my pussy and rubbed the zipper. I grabbed his hand, giving him a displeaed look. "Do you really want me to stop?" He said. "Were in pubic you bastard. My reputation could be ruined because of you." I snapped, looking around and no one was looking at us. Josiah, Matt, Murry and Shyla were simply talking. He chuckled, pulling down the zipper of my shorty shorts and rubbed my. Her full lips a coral pink as a tantalizing reminder of hidden treasures yet to be discovered. She slips the shirt off my broad shoulders and begins to tease again. Her fingers trace the lines of my chest and pinch lightly at my nipples eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Her nails scrape the skin in a perfect mixture or pleasure and pain. She draws my face to hers and I pierce her lips with my tongue with a frantic urgency. I need her now, my desire approaching torture. She pulls my closer by.