"I have an account here," noted Nathalie so she did not need to look for her purse. The girl handed her the dress in its bag. "Your account is fine Mi...s James." Nathalie smiled and turned. The girl watched the wiggle of Natalie's bum as she left the shop. She licked her lips wondering what Nathalie was like in bed.She had to collect her car from the garage where it was having its annual service. It was only a short walk but made more difficult by her heavy shopping bags. There was a cute young. She felt hands kneading her soft, yet still firm, breasts through the thin satin fabric of her blouse and then, that too joined her jacket on the floor behind her. She struggled to breathe as a hot sweet tongue explored the innermost recesses of her mouth. In no time at all, almost without realising, she was naked and every part of her body was being explored by soft, slender fingers. They squeezed and rubbed, pulled, pressed, turned and entered every conceivable orifice. She felt fingers. They took a taxi to the Sheraton Skyline Hotel, the accommodations that the travel agent had recommended. They checked in and went to the room to rest and unpack. It was then John decided to share his plans for the evening.He told her exactly what the evening had in store for her. Jen sat on the edge of the bed. She was more than a little stunned. Her nerves went into overdrive. Questions flew into her head at rapid fire. Her husband brought her to London to go to a masquerade party – she was. I began to undress and he gave a little moan as he stared at me. I walked up to Greta. “I am so horny darling” I whispered “I want some pussy” and squatted down and began to finger her pussy and rub her clit. At first she struggling and kept saying no but by the time I pushed three fingers into her pussy she had surrendered. “Look Eric” I said turning around “she likes having her pussy finger-fucked.I stood up and smiled at her. “I think I want to play with Eric now” I said. I walked over and.