The flat had two bedrooms, each with a bathroom en suite. It wasn’t huge, but spacious enough. It was to be their home away from home. Somewhere to ...tay when they were in Town. It seemed they would be there often, the flat was in the converted attic of a beautiful Victorian building one of Hampstead‘s leafy avenue‘s. The building had been extensively extended. Now it had entered a new phase of its long life. A club. An exclusive club, members only. Members with money. Sean and Jonny had brought. He moved onto the right, paying as much attention to it as the first, kissing it and flicking it with his tongue, making her moan. After what seamed like forever, he started moving down, sliding her skirt up to give her a makeshift belt."God, you're so beautiful," he said in a passionate tone. He took in her body like a drug he wanted so bad. Even as he had it, a lust he'd never felt before took over his body, driving him crazy.Spreading her legs and lowering his head to return her earlier. And you didn't go up by accident; both the elevators and the emergency stair doors were protected by security devices that should respond only to the electronic room keys and were reprogrammed each time occupancy changed.Part of an explanation was immediately forthcoming when both men presented us with similar identifications. "I'm Agent Brown with the Department of Homeland Security," said one, "and this is Agent Smith. We'd like to ask you a few questions, if we may."It was past 6:00 p.m.. Gemma caught the movement of the drape and had her confirmation that Eoric had been in the room looking at her. That knowledge made her hot and she felt her sex throb as she finished sponging herself and lay down on the pallet. She felt the need to touch herself and when she let her hand slip between her thighs she felt the oily juice that was leaking from her little slit. She had been thinking about sex and men more and more lately. All the talk amongst the girls in the kitchen had made her.