"Upstairs this time!" she growled in my ear. Unusual. Normally the first fuck was on the sofa, or over the table, or on the carpet, but always in the ...iving space. Bedrooms were for subsequent fucks, always sloppy seconds, or thirds. For the past few times, we had talked dirty during the bedroom fucks, about her being filled with cum when I pushed into her cunt. It seemed to work magic for both of us. Perhaps she wanted to get straight into the dirty talk?Some ‘somethings’ were not. Some of them will meet clients in an Hotel. They all know how to work the internet, with Twitter and Facebook.They have a website that offers Granny sex.” Sue then said,“Jack, Francis is really a high class prostitute. She does hotel visits if the money is right. It is all cash. Francis is making a fortune and the convent is making nothing. They have rooms set up specifically for online sex. Most of their clients do not turn on their cams, so the nuns can’t see the person that is telling them. The invitation was mumbled and interrupted by dry sobs as Diana was forced to ask the grinning chauffeur to touch her. Immediately she jumped and moaned as his hands started to run greedily over her stomach and then up to squeeze and pinch at her sensitive nipples. She couldn’t stop herself begging him to be gentle, to stop, to please not hurt her but he ignored all of her whimpering and complaints. The Wellington’s watched with interest as he made the trembling woman part her thighs before. It was cold and hard, and I spread my labia while guiding it into my pussy. “Kat,” Martina hissed. “They’re looking at you!” I looked up and the teenage girls from the other table were giggling and whispering. I turned the spoon inside me and pulled it out, holding it up to Martina, who took it reluctantly in her mouth, but started sucking it thoroughly. Again, giggles from the other table.“God, you turn me on,” she said. I smiled again.“Are there any bathrooms here?” I asked the waitress as.