But when the evenings came, they either carried on working late, to earn even more money than they needed, or they went home to their partners or back...to their flats.I was stuck in that bloody hotel for 2-3 months, I'm not sure. Work was telling me that I might be moved to Toulouse in France. In the end I wasn't and was finally free to get a flat of my own.My sex life basically revolved around men's magazines. This was in the days before mobile phones and although I had a PC back home in the. After a two long hour drive, we reached the place.Helena told me to go upstairs; relax on the balcony and lay out to get sun.I had driven mostly of the trip; so, I was a little bit tired and really needed some relax. I went to the bedroom and put on a tiny thong to get some sun. When I entered the balcony I was not surprised to notice that my girlfriend was sunbathing in the nude. Before she could say anything I kissed her deeply and shoved my fingers deep inside her wet pussy.Helena cried in. Mom unzipped his cock and started jerking it in reply."Ahh,right that's what I am talking about" he said while he squeezed my mom's tits and she stroking his cock.His black cock was was six inches but a thick one.After a few minutes she knelt in front of him and started sucking his cock. "Oh shit...yeah suck my dick" he was moaning.I shrugged moved back to watching porn where now the man was grabbing the girl's hair and fucking her face.Our watchman saw that and certainly tried it on mom as. They wore shapeless, hooded camouflage smocks and loose canvas trousers. On their feet were newly purchased plimsolls that would be incinerated before their footprints were discovered. At shortly after one a.m. the lights went out on the upper floor, and only the kitchen was illuminated. Here three men, the two bodyguards and O’Brien the dog-handler, were playing a game of brag, grumbling sometimes at their luck. They took occasional pulls at the bottle of Bushmills whiskey that they assumed.