Then he got up and headed to the bathroom. I was tired from my early morning workout, and drifted to a peaceful satisfied sleep. When I awoke, he was ...dressing for work. What a pleasure to watch a man that has sexually claimed you get dressed.Then he sat on the edge of the bed saying we needed to talk seriously. Oh no, I thought. Here it comes. He was married, going home to his wife. Or that he enjoyed fucking me, but to make sure I was out by noon.I couldn’t have been more wrong. He said he. His tongue parted my lips and brushed across my swollen clit. I moaned and lay my head back on the back of the couch. The next thing I felt were hands on both of my breasts. I looked and there was a guy one either side of me, each cupping one of my tits. Within seconds they had pulled my blouse off over my head and their hands were replaced by their lips. OK guys, I dont think any of us need to be wearing any clothes right now, do you? Soon there were five naked people in the room. I looked at. " That sounds like a great idea." I said, my dick already getting stiff. Lana came over to my bed and crawled up to me. We kissed and I removed her top. I played with her lovely tits and nipples for a while, and she removed my shorts and toyed with my cock. I pulled her shorts off and discovered no panties underneath. Her pussy was already very wet. I inserted a couple of fingers and started working on her pussy. "I want to fuck." she said."I could tell." was my reply. I turned her around and. “I had the same experience, Mistress Heathcoate.” She looked at Amélie. “Like her, I opened my dress. I would have stripped off entirely had we been alone there. Stripped myself and pressed my body the length entirely against the stone. I wanted the stone to take me.” She laughed. “Or I would take the stone.”“It was like a kiss, Mistress Heathcoate,” Amélie added.Mistress Heathcoate nodded, her smile returned. “And what happened then?”Sandrine and Amélie once more exchanged looks. Sandrine.