All those pins and clips, the cardboard holding the collars and cuffs in place...way too much work.So imagine my surprise when I saw people running or...briskly walking out of Le Tailleur, some of them muttering to themselves and others silent & pale white as new linen. On asking someone what was going on, I got a strange reply:"The devil!" An elderly woman told me, looking gravely into my eyes and grasping my coat. "Satan himself has taken this place--and those spawn of Lilith are his minions!". It's one of my favourites."Like an idiot I reply, "Yes, it's very good isn't it?" How do you know?" She is still smiling but the tone of her voice is suddenly cooler.I'm worried now. Does she know about my illicit meal. "Well, err, I have had it before." Before when?" Now her voice sounds almost forensic."Before I came here."Neena looks coolly at me. "Actually Vyerka," she says slowly, "you had it (she glances at her watch) two hours ago."How does she know? I was alone? I looked! By now,. ” She told me, her eyes piercing me. “Aunty…I…” “Do you want me tell your mother?” I shook my head. “Then show me”. I slowly unbuckled my trouser, wriggled out of it and dropped it the floor. My undy followed. I took the book from her, and began reading, and began stroking my limp cock. Inspire of myself, my penis hardened – the scene was hot, and my hand movements became rapid. My breathing was heavier, and I looked down. My penis was erect, the glans shining and pink. I looked up and saw. If she went to bed with Greg though it would mean another virtual stranger entering her pussy, barely a day after another had fired his load into it. The old Kate would’ve been shocked at such behaviour. The old Kate would have called her a slut and forced her to shoot out of is flat and run home straight away. But ever since last night’s sex she was the new Kate. And the new Kate right now was feeling her pussy twitch into life with the idea of welcoming another fresh cock between its rapidly.