We arrived at the elevators, pushing the call button. There was no wait. The elevator door slid open and we pushed the cart inside.We had the elevator... car to ourselves. Once the door was closed, Kelly stepped up to me and said, “What is it about elevators?” then we started kissing. I was counting the floors. We broke off our amorous assault just as the door opened for our floor. We stepped out pushing our luggage cart like any middle-aged married couple, though a little disheveled in our. I didn’t need to. I knew I was paying the taxi driver in my own way. I watched John taking in the scene of his wife and a stranger about to fuck on the edge of our bed. A finger slid along my anus and then onto my pussy lips. They parted easily as he drew his finger along them and then I felt the small but wonderful intrusion of my cunt. He pushed his finger inside me, presumably to get me wet. He needn’t have bothered. I was absolutely fucking soaking wet with anticipation from the moment when. The knock on the door broke her reverie."Who is it?" she called, quickly grabbing a towel even though the door was securely locked and bolted."It issss me," came the now familiar slurred speech of the manservant."Lars? What is it?" I bring a messssage from the Baronesssss. Sssshe wishessss you to come to her room at nine o'clock." But why?" Sssshe did not ssssay, only that sssshe wishesssss for you to wear the black nightgown and cologne from the gold bottle on your dresssser." All right.... She bites her lower lip, refusing to acknowledge pleasure – but her movements give her away – we can see she’s enjoying it.He doesn’t wait for her to say anything, just keeps on pushing his cold nose between her arsecheeks, slopping his warm tongue up and down over her arsehole ... She angles her belly down, pushing her pussy backwards – and he alters his angle, dropping his shoulders and raising his head to lick her snatch – letting his tongue slip between her neat little pussy folds. Again,.