He slid under the covers and straddled my legs, his head right over my cock. From underneath the covers I heard his muffled voice, “Then I did this....�� And suddenly his mouth was on my cock and without further preliminaries he started blowing me. He wasn’t rough, but he was determined, and in what seemed like seconds I was starting to come. My feet dug into the bed, my hands clutched the sheets, and with a writhing shudder I blasted. He milked me dry, caressing my balls and stroking the skin. He then moved to the side of the table and began to massage her upper leg from her knee to the bottom of the towel. He kept working his hands towards her inner thighs more often than before. He even allowed his finger to go under the towel, but no further. Her legs were still together at this point and I'm sure her wet pussy lips were trying to squirt out from between her thighs. Michael moved to the other side and did the same. Allowing his fingers to softly rub her vulva again, which brought. Although he hadn't stayed there for years, his former wife had a nephew who was part owner of the hotel establishment.We arrived in New York on September 11 at some place named Fort Lee. We were tired and weary from our trip across the country. Papa Turbin had wired for reservations, and we took possession of a suite of rooms early on that day. We rested most of the day, but did go out to a fabulous restaurant that evening. Our every wish was being catered to. The nephew remembered that Judy. “You must be Ron and Barbara” she said in what sounded like a German accent. She led us inside and down a hallway to a large room with various what I would call dungeon devices. Mistress Zelda told us it was our last chance to stop, pay a sum of money and leave. “No Mistress” I said. “Ok, then strip. Both of you” she snapped. I guess I had not understood the fact that the profile said “experience for couples”. “Now” she again said, almost snarling. I looked at Barbara, she looked at me and we.