“Oh! My! God! Please stop. Enough!” Alice’s hands pushed my face away from between her legs.“Did you get there?” I wiped my mouth with the b...ck of my hand. Stupid question, but I wanted to hear what she has to say. There is always room for improvement.“I lost count. I started to climax again every time I came. I got to the mountaintop and kept on climbing.” Alice brushed the sweat from her eyebrows.We were as drenched in perspiration as two marathon runners crossing the finish line. I lay down. What surprised me was that she was dancing with Claudio. Chantelle and I reached the top of the stairs and she pushed the large doors open ahead of her. As the doors closed and the thumping base was muted, we both looked at each other and laughed. "It's mad down there!" I exclaimed. "It's the Dungeon!" Chantelle grinned. I shook my head and smiled at her. "Did you see who Claudio was dancing with?" "I didn't see Claudio at all once he left us..." "He was dancing with a girl from my work.". Pete bought me toys and let me have “alone time”, as he called it, I think that was his way of condoning himself jerking and fantasising with those videos, (little did I know). His nose now nudged and nuzzled the fleshy folds of my love canal. I took the deepest breath I could, through my nose my olfactory senses went into overdrive. It was a combination of my “Dior”, Pete’s “Joop” and my damp pussy. Surely Pete must be able to smell the sweet yet dusky fragrance. I moaned my delight, moved. Ambrose had already made himself scarce. Em took the masseur upstairs with the massage bed carry case he had brought with him. Ambrose returned to the kitchen and switched on the camera. Em was wearing white shorts and a tight yellow top. Underneath this, as Ambrose soon saw, she had on her tiny little white string bikini. He hardened when he saw that, because it was those little scraps of fabric that he had once seen being torn off her in that hotel room. Ambrose put on his headphones and.