The décor was modern and sophisticated without being pompous or pretentious. It had a warm sense of welcome but still had you almost in awe at the sp...ctacular grandeur of it all. A number of old derelict buildings in the center of the city had been demolished to make way for this impressive new structure. The designers had retained the classic charm of old London combined with the high-tech needs and desires of modern day users. My initial impression of the massive new facility was indeed a. I held her hairs and encouraged her to suck my nipples. She did it well.It was my turn now I made her upper part nude and sucked her boobs and played with it. I pressed her pussy over her leggings. She moaned lightly. I tore the leggings in pussy part and started to lick it. I tore it more and licked her ass then. She was encouraging me forcing my head deep and with moans. She woke up from the bed and removed my leggings and sucked my cock and balls.I inserted my cock into her pussy and began. “No bloody way!” I protested. “This is supposed to be our evening!” I protested.‘And it will be,” replied Simon. “We’ll eat, feel relaxed that we can be adult about this and then … off we go! What can go wrong?” he asked confidently.Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed. Simon sent the invitation via the waitress, who had to wait while Pete finished a phone call. He looked over at us, perhaps checking our faces, then grabbed his pack and came over.“Umm, Hi!” he said in a friendly tone. “Are you sure. He wants me to be happy, so he does whatever makes me happy. I feel the same way about him. We like each other. We’re pals, buddies, friends... Agent [redacted]: And?Clarke: That’s it.Agent [redacted]: Were you about to say lovers?Clarke: Of course not. I’m twice his age.Agent [redacted]: That’s not true at all. He’s eighteen and you’re twenty-four. If you were twice his age, you’d be thirty-four.Clarke: It’s a figure of speech.Agent [redacted]: So, were you lovers? Is that why he wants you to.