She moans quietly.I watch you fuck her, watch her writhing underneath you and reach my hand down, sliding my fingers over my clit. My pussy is so wet ... can feel it dripping down to my arse. I bring my other hand down, smearing my juices as I push a finger into my arse and slide it in and out rubbing my clit with my other hand. I’m still watching you both and feel myself getting dangerously close again so I slow down and then stop, not daring to come again without your permission. I hear her. You tighten your grip on my hands and look towards the stairs. Your big hands cup mine, small but satisfying. With a smile from ear to ear you urge me“Ladies first”I softly bite my lip as the corners of my mouth rise slowly, making a smile that could light a thousand homes. I let one hand go but still holding you, never letting you go for one moment I lead you up the stairs, into your unknown and into mine. We climb the stairs with excitement, anticipation hangs in the air. Making my way across. " They'll love you my sweetheart and anyway I need you with me at the palace." The palace?" Yes Buckingham Palace, it's a little place in London where the King lives." We go to the Palace?" Yes he wants to give me some bits of tin." I not understand." I'm getting some medals."It was late afternoon as the train steamed into Croydon station and shuddered to a halt. The platform was mobbed with people waving and cheering, bunting and flags fluttered in the breeze and a brass band struck up as we. After being pounded by the real thing the fake cock slid in easilyand actually felt pretty good since it was no where as thick and thereal men's were. The woman and I started to rock with my mind trying tofigure out how to please the woman fucking me with one end of the dildoin my ass and the other inside of her and to please the one that I waseating. I guess I succeeded because it seemed as if both of them came atthe same time. I was also relieved that Mistresses friend wasn't asquirter like.