She wore black patent leather stilettos with ultra-high heels to complete the package. They had memorably stayed on during the initial engagement in ... tryst she had enjoyed with a man in Hong Kong a few weeks ago. Inside her tiny little black string Em was currently wearing a mini-triangle of hair. That had been a huge hit in Hong Kong too. She remembered that with a buzz. The man had stripped her to her dark red panties and shoes on the big leather chesterfield in his Mid-Levels penthouse. " To add insult to injury, he didn't even try and sugar coat his parting words to soften the blow. My self-confidence was left bruised and I felt unnerved by the prospect of singledom. For days afterwards I kept a low profile as I licked my wounds and tried to adjust. Days later, I was doing my washing in the communal laundry annex that's situated on the complex where I live. Trust me, I was far from in the mood to be wistfully sorting the darks and the lights from the giant pile of dirty. Then I said ” Shall I put on the light?”. She said “No — if light is put on it may wake other ladies” I was disappointed and said ” I want to see you naked”. She said “There is a small torchlight — you switch it on and see my body”. Then she gave me a torch. She stood up and undressed. I played the torch on her body and the view took away my breath.I had previously seen only the nude bodies of the three working women in the godown. They were middle aged, dark complexioned with rough body. I began to pump her sloppy wet pussy as she wrapped her legs tightly around my back, grinding her pussy back into me. Jim returned from his shower, voicing his encouragement of our fucking. I felt him climb on the bed behind me, then his hands grabbing my hips as he pushed and pulled to assist in my thrusts. Soon his hands were massaging my ass cheeks, gently spreading them, then feeling a warm liquid running down the crack of my ass, and one of his fingers starting to prob my anus. At this.