"Coffee?" That would be nice." He nodded.His flat was very well furnished and although furnished as a single man would furnish was nonetheless not obv...ously a Bachelor pad. There were good modern landscapes on the wall and some vases of fresh flowers scented the air. The furniture was good solid English traditional and highly polished."Have a look around and I'll make some coffee." Marianne wandered around. She noticed a few framed photographs on a bureau and examined them. She recognised a. Stacy giggled and told me to stop being such a prude. Stacy got into bag and removed her pants and underwear. She used her clothing as a pillow (like I did) and tossed her panties onto my head. I hate sleeping with underwear on she said (I remember her saying that and how much it turned me on, although I wouldn't admit it at the time. Stacy cuddled up to me that night, claiming she was cold. I think I laid there all night with a raging hard on until morning.The next day we packed up camp. Please….fuck your little slave cunt…..no,….USE me as you want…..no, let ME service you…pleeeease….pretty pleeease…..let barbitch show you what a nice little cocksucker I can be…..” and she fell to her knees fumbling on my zipper. Her mascara was a mess as she had real tears rolling down her cheeks, probably because she realised how degrading AND lustful it was to submit herself to an older guy she never met before.My flesh pole was getting hard, so once she had it out, I showed it deep in her. She stayed like that for several seconds. Bridget smiled sweetly at her and then turned to yell at Sian. ‘Next time, baby! Remember the reward I promised you for every goal!’ The other people on the sidelines alongside Bridget laughed and then whistled and made some cat calls. Bridget chuckled as Roberta slowly walked forward to get back into the game. A couple of the other players waiting to substitute in came over and high fived her. When the half ended, Sian came trotting off the field..