Call me around 1600?" It's a deal. And thanks for the news."I was still pleased when I got to the Museum. I had the books for Winnie with me. In seven...hours I'd see her. I finished the Guyanese ants and began on the Brazilian ones. The introductory card was, I thought, funny. It pointed out that these were ants from the Amazon, not polyergus, which are called "Amazon ants," which come from North America and raid other species for workers – "slaves."The first group in the case were dinoponera. “Keep playing,” she says.“Huh?” I say, confused.She drops down in front of me, and my heart speeds up. I can’t imagine she’s about to give me a blowjob. Her hands adamantly undo my pants until my cock is in the open. Again, she tells me to play, so I unpause and make an attempt while her mouth closes over my dick. It isn’t easy to concentrate on the game with the feel of her sucking me so good. Her head moves up and down in my lap, and wet little noises are produced by her lips. I can’t believe. I loved being manhandled by him that way. It felt good to know who was in charge. He stood on the edge of the bed between my legs with his cock at the same level as my asshole, ready to penetrate.He was about to penetrate. But I pleaded with him to use oil to make an entry for his monster. He agreed and handed me an oil bottle from the bedside table. I poured some oil over my left hand, spread it over my asshole. Then poured a few drops on his cock. I then got back into position for his. "What?" There's a bus to town in 15 minutes." Where to?" Well it goes past ..." She mentioned the well known local red-light district. "There's a sex shop there." "Oh, I don't know. What if someone sees us?" Easy," she grinned, "Ask them what they were doing in that area on a Saturday afternoon themselves."The Saturday bus times were different. We popped back into the pub for another drink before we did get on the bus, where we were soon snuggled up, behaving a bit like two naughty school.