He wanted to posses her completely, but would satisfy himself with simply dining on her every secret tonight. His lips quickly captured her cherry lip... and he felt her small hand find the stiff shaft hidden beneath his trousers. Fuck! Her tempo when she stroked him like that was always perfect. He often felt like a first time customer to one of the whores in the rooms surrounding them – like he was going to cum in a matter of seconds. Placing one last kiss on her lips, he quickly dropped to. "And now it's the turn of fucking Eric fucking Esterhazy," he yelled. "Die you fucking cunt! Just fucking die! Harr! Harr! His fucking nose is smashed. Kill the cunt!"Emily wasn't too sure what half the words meant but they were still words she'd heard many times before. Cunt. Shit. Pee-pee. Shut the fuck up. And every word or expression was usually prefixed by 'fucking' for emphasis."Fuck sake, Emily," shouted her mummy, Olive, who was holding a joint in her hand and wearing nothing but a pair. I gazed on with rapt attention,the sigh of her skirt moving over her stockings the only sound. As thewhite flesh of her thighs appeared I realised that I had been holding mybreath, I let it out in a contented groan that made Madame smile. Then tomy joy I realise that she was not wearing a garter belt. Her stockingswhere actually attached to a black satin corselet, the very old primstyle I so much adore. The next wonderful sight that was revealed to mynow lustful gaze was her pussy. As her skirt. That's Lorna, go and ask her, I think she still lets a few rooms all the year round."Thanking him I picked up my pint and sauntered across. I stopped at the table and looked down at her.'"Good evening are you Lorna." I asked politely."Yes honey I'm Lorna and you are looking for a room?." she replied."That was a good guess." No not really honey Fred sent you over didn't he?." Here sit down." She said standing up and pushing me down, to sit next to an extremely thin blonde headed girl of about.