He's wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, and a dark suit. Brogued black leather shoes. We're at her hotel. He sent a courier over earlier today... to collect a key-card to allow what comes next. The door light blinks green and we slip into the room. It's quite dark, the light dimmed low. The room is tidy, the four-poster bed made. There's a bottle of champagne resting in cooler in one corner. And there she is: bound and blindfold, kneeling submissively in the center of the room. He told her. I shook my head, making her smile and kiss me again.Free of the mind numbing sensations from my nipples I was left toconcentrate on her lips, and the finger pressing inside of me. It felt sostrange, wonderful and sensitive, but it felt like it was missingsomething. It wasn't as good as it could feel, June and I both knew it. Asshe pulled away from our kiss, she slowly slid her finger out, leaving mestunned by the empty contrast of no longer being penetrated."I wanna try something," June. I was even more stunned when he slapped me across my cheek hard enough to leave a mark, “I said, I am going to fuck your tits, push them forward so I can fuck them. Now! Slut!” I pushed my tits forward with both hands and felt his cock slide between the two, my head still fighting with the harsh words he had said earlier. Part of me felt like I wasn’t a slut, not meant to be, but here I was, making contact with a second guys cock in less than an hour. Who knew? He fucked my tits until they were. It was the touch I'd yearned for all night, and I gasped as you released me from the first kiss, attracting the drivers attention again. My eyes were closed, enjoying your lips against my neck, but you saw his eyes linger on us. "Take the long route mate, over the bridge?" and he nodded, smiling. Your breath was moving down my neck, nuzzling me, as I pulled you closer, my lips seeking out yours, hands running over your hair, your back, pulling your neck in towards me. Your hands were just as.