Okay, where could I get a key?The obvious answer was that I could not "get" a key. With no one in the penthouse, all of the usual scams about somebody...in the penthouse having elevator trouble wouldn't work and neither would the delivery gambit. It looked like all I could do was to make a key. Actually, that was not all that difficult: all it took was patience.I hung around until there was a break in the action with the use of the elevators. When it looked like I would have a little time to. I couldn't believe how intense that was. My body quivered and shuddered as my fingers worked me past my peak. As I struggled to regain my composure Mark was standing right next to me, hovering over me as he beat his meat. I completely forgot about everything else and focused on his cock. I wanted to feel his warm cum on my skin.It was everything I had to not beg him. I had to remind myself he would cum on me. I tried to wait patiently but I couldn't sit still. I pushed my breasts up towards my. Pretty soon Rick was taking a fat rubber cock up his ass every week and looking forward to every fuck. I loved fucking him as much as he loved fucking me, and we both loved getting fucked.Then one day, out of the blue and very casually, I asked Rick what he'd think about trying a real cock someday, a flesh-and-blood cock that was attached to a stud rather than a rubber one attached to his wife. He was taken aback but I could read that look in his eyes, could see he was intrigued by the idea,. As she stood on her tip toes to grab itCarl noticed a tattoo on her lower back. He couldn't make out what it saidbut he knew a tattoo on that part of the body was a tramp stamp."Here you go sugar." Darla handed Reggie the room key as she slowly suckedon the pen. "So who's this?" she asked pointing the pen at Carl."Just a friend I haven't seen in a while," Reggie said as he started towalk away."Mmhmm well I need a signature to let the room out." He can take care of that." Reggie motioned to.