”“Have you got a passport?”“Yes.”“In that case, let’s do it.”“Are we still going to the casino tonight?”“Oh yes,” I smiled. �...I want to see you in that dress.”*She came out of the bedroom wearing her evening gown and looking like a princess, with her hair up and minimal make up as well as minimal jewellery she was stunning. The gown was cut daringly low to show off her beautiful breasts. It was completely backless and held up only by two thin shoulder straps. Even with her newly found. Look I really don’t think you should.” She started to rub up and down. “Now look. I ... Ohhh” She had leant forward and rubbed the warm skin of her breasts on his penis. “I...” then she knelt and opened her mouth and his tip was wet and warm in her mouth. “Oh fuck! I was deterrrrmm. Determined not to. I...” She looked up and rubbed again. Then she looked at him again, “Look, I swore I would not. I’d love to, but it wouldn’t be right.”“What is it about me that you like?”“All of you.”“Be. None of the others want to stay late on what was after all poets day. Poets day? Ah come on - you've all heard of Poets day? Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday!Yeah well that's just fine and dandy for those who live and work locally. For folks like me who live almost three hundred miles away it means there is no way we're going to make it worth our while driving home and back again, especially in Winter. Cheaper to stay locally and pick up the threads fresh again on Monday morning.Which brings. Her head was the only thing she could move.She felt a tickle down below where she could see and recognized that he was putting his dick in the right place to enter her when HE chose to do so. He was smiling, but it was the sort of smile that she had when she had the upper hand on one of HER partners. She felt herself shudder from this realization. Would he show her any mercy?She felt, then, a tickle when the head of his cock pushed against her labia, parting them slowly, prior to going into her.