" I said, motioning to my rigid cock.Vicky giggled and the lights went out as she flipped the switch again. She crossed the room to where I was sittin... and knelt down between my legs. Her arms caressed my thighs as she leaned forward and her big breasts squashed up between my legs and up against my balls."Mmmmm" I moaned.Vicky opened her mouth and licked at the tip of my cock with her tongue, lapping up some of the precum that had started to ooze out of my swollen head. Then she let my cockhead. ”“Don’t be a complete idiot all your life,” she insisted but as his cock hardened again he started to hump her once more.“Boris, stop,” Ekaterina ordered.“No, I now realise I like fuching,” Boris explained, “Why did you never ask me to fuch you before?”“Boris, you are the Prince, you are the man, it was for you to ask,” Ekaterina explained.“But do you not like me fuching you?” Boris asked.Ekaterina thought a moment, Boris’s cock actually felt quite nice she decided and more important he didn’t. Instead he pulled out his mobile. No signal. What did he expect, in the middle of a wood.He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one hand on her nice firm ass he had admired just moments before. She struggled, tried to break free. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running. Dough could see her lips moving, he just laughed again and looked around. Dough held his breath but he was well hidden in the bushes. No-one knew that he was hiding here.The man grabbed her. I smiled at the old guy and said I just loved the shows and all the lights. We stopped at his floor and as we got out and the doors were closing I waved at the old guy and told him good luck. We got to his room and entered. It was a suite and was fancy. He asked if I wanted another drink and I said sure. As he went to the bar and fixed them I looked around. There was a big bank of windows that looked out over the lights of the strip. I texted my friends to let them know that was OK and was on.