I took a look and let out a low whistle. On the top shelf were bottles of Screaming Eagle, Scarecrow, Caymus Special Select and Opus one, all 2004.... On the next two shelves were bottles of most of the first growth Bordeaux including Latour, Margeaux, Mouton and Lafitte, as well as Petrus which is technically not a Premier Cru; none younger than 20 years old. Without looking any further I stood up and said “I can’t open one of these, they are worth hundreds of dollars each, some. But am surprised when she kisses my arse hole and sticks her tongue in while playing with my balls. That’s some feat of timing considering she manages to do it while my arse is going up and down like a piston. I hardly notice the extra weight when Natasha lies on top of me and places her arms around me. Joan’s eyes go wide when she realises I’ve Natasha lying on me. Natasha, that kinky girl, slips her hands between us and plays with Joan’s breasts. Then she grabs mine and twists hard. I jerk. My attention was caught when the young muslim wife entered the bedroom ... and started to remove her head covering. Without it I saw that she had short dark wavy hair which framed a very young and pretty face. I estimated her age at no more than15 years of age.Then she really got my interest when she lifted the remainder of her clothes up over her head, leaving her in a white bra and pantie set. My eyes were drawn to her baby bump - she looked to be about 5 months pregnant.She reached behind. My colleagues had just left and he was still at the bar, me at a small table. I gazed in his direction with the hope that he would look my way. I could see the outline of his lats on his back through his shirt, nice firm ass and I imagined toned looking muscular legs in the trousers he was wearing. I had to cross my legs as I had started getting hard and the bulge was pointing in the wrong direction. A leg movement and my cock was free to move in a new direction. It felt better and it was.