‘Which one are you going to?’ I asked. ‘The one on A sector,’ Sally replied, finishing off her dressing as I went into the bedroom. Where we... lived was a Spanish urbanisation called Camposol in Southern Murcia and was divided up into four sectors, A, B, C and D, the last being where we lived. When we’d first came here, the only shops and restaurants were up on A sector, but with more building being done, we now had the same on B sector. The city council, in their wisdom, when seeing to a four. You find yourself slightly attracted to their muscular figures as they strip their shirts. Pulling their cock from their pants, your eyes open wide in shock. They are still dangling down and bigger than your cowboy friend. They see your eyes and make comments about seeing cocks this big, you over hear one mention hearing you down the hall and maybe now the front desk will hear as well.The waste little time, your face push down into the bed and ass now high in the air. Your wrists tightly bound. She didn't mind that dirty talk, she preferred it much more in person though. Many men talked a good game online but few were good dirty talkers in person. "I'm in the the apartment block at no. 4 Norfolk Crescent, flat 67 on the 6th floor. Code to get in the building is 8825, the door to the flat will be on the latch, let yourself in - don't be late babe xx" She messaged the next two guys to come at 10:15pm and then 11pm. It was risky but she felt like gambling tonight and usually guys didn't. He had a special rapport with the valuable animal that seemed to pull the very best effort from the handsome white horse in each and every race. They had managed to come in either first or second in every race thus far. That record made Prince Mojo the highest prize winning horse in the Sheffield Farms stable and George was the leading jockey at this point in the season.Prince Mojo settled down, the frenzied activities in the next room quieted, and George fell off into a troubled sleep thinking.