“Feels good to have a gentle hand paying attention.” she cooed, her head on my shoulder, her fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt. I cont...nued my unexpurgated tale of Sleeping Beauty being ravished by Pinocchio , his head nestled between her thighs as she awoke from her spell induced sleep. My free hand, now up under her skirt, my fingers playing across the silken fabric of her panties, feeling her building heat and humidity. Continuing my bawdy tale, Sleeping Beauty held his head to. Waited long enough to catch her smile, and then left for work.Even at the shop Chris tried pressing Steve for details. But he was as closed mouth about whatever it was he had planned as he had ever been. Even when their extra counter help Janice had left for lunch, leaving the two of them alone briefly, as Chris slowly, teasingly, tantalizingly sucked Steve off in the cooler, even then he stood firm without giving in to her inquiries."You really are a prick you know that?" she scolded."Cunt!". I could see the snooker room from our bedroom window. I noticed that someone was peeping in the window at the back of the snooker room and was obviously spying on us. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out to see if I could identify who was doing the spying. It was one of the young waiters in the restaurant. He must have noticed we picked the keys up from reception and thought he would find out if we were going to have sex in there instead of playing snooker.. I appreciated his cock sucking expertise with faggot lips stretched around my cock. “You look real good there on your knees with my dick in your mouth. Go ahead and jerk yourself off if you want”; and his hand immediately went to his stretched cock, squeezing and stroking it while I helped him to suck me off.“That’s like a good gay boy; I can tell you are a true faggot. You get your rocks off with your hand while you lick and suck my cock. Now, pull off for a minute and suck my balls, boy”.He.