Shortly after I pulled up to her place and she came out to greet me. We hugged and went into the house. We sat in the living room and started talki...g and listening to music. One of her favorite songs came on, Wrecking Ball, then she ent and turned up the music and started sitting in my lap and grinding. I told her, that was not a good idea if she wanted me to be good. Of course she laughed, but she got up and went back to her chair. we sat there talking some more, and then she pulled. "Ididn't say to stop playing." I had indeed stopped, and I started up againwith vigor. "Fucker, try something with a bit of rhythm, I want a tune."This was a bit harder. My face tensed up with concentration as I struggledto obey. I wasn't overly successful. But my Master was kind to me and didn'tpunish me. After a few minutes of my struggle, Master got bored with thisand sent me to the kitchen (on my hands and knees) to fetch him a drink.When I crawled back, Master was standing up and. Afterwards there were cries and sounds from the others as they didn’t try to be quiet any longer. Covering her as we kissed, my cock tip was brushing against the cum matted hair on her pussy lips. Smalltits was kissing me wildly, her tongue dueling with mine. Even as her legs opened wider in invitation, Smalltits was still muttering in the darkness, ‘Don’t fuck me. Don’t fuck me.’ All I needed to do was move forward slightly. From the way her legs were spreading wider and her hips were moving. For a better understanding you should read the previous part first.We had rent a two bedroom flat, one bedroom for me, one bedroom for my stepson and a living room.The rooms of flats are really small in London.The “best” thing was the shower which was a tub and then covered with a curtain. It was a chamber-like room without a door. At least the WC was separated and ok.My strategy was to use the shower when my step-son would not be at home to avoid embarrassing situations.We couldn't renovate.