Flooding my face with your cream, I lick as much as I can from your opening that is pulsing with your heartbeat. You push me over on my back, and plac...e me right in the middle of the bed. You sit on my waist, you can see the wetness on my face. I try to touch you, but you push my hands away, not letting me touch you. You take off your time and wrap it around my wrist and tie my one hand to the bedpost. You take my other tie and tie my other hand up too… You start playing with your breast through. I turned to say goodnight, but Sam was already rushing to the lift. Maybe she needed to pee I thought.There was no sign of my new wife in the garden so I went back inside, and after saying goodnight to a few stragglers in the hotel bar, I went to my room. I opened the door but before I could go into my room Sam appeared from the rooms bathroom and pulled me inside.I asked her what the hell she was doing in my room and she said she badly needed to pee, and the staff were cleaning the loo. Knowing he should stop, laugh, tell her he was jesting, instead he framed her face with shaking hands, stroking a thumb over a bloodless cheek. His cock swelled and bucked at the feel of her satin smooth skin even as he hated himself for talking of such perversion to the best person he had ever known. Swallowing, he continued, ‘Bella told me that she had proof that your grandmother had not been an opera singer but only the madam of a whorehouse in London ‘s docks.’ She jerked in his hands, her. Not much I could do to change that.Jennifer had pushed the door to her bedroom nearly closed but hadn't actually gotten it to latch. She was underneath the covers naked, her little collection of sex toys she used to pleasure herself lying there on the bed beside her. As Jennifer felt herself getting turned on more, she reached up, cupping both of her breasts, diddling her nipples and feeling them both harden. The feel of her fingers on her tits was wonderful. Jennifer had very sensitive nipples.