Robert was in the shower as I entered, and the very first thing I saw when Robert turned my way, was an enormously huge, magnificent piece of man meat... Robert was soaping it up as he turned my way, whether it was planned, staged or it just happened, I don't know. But I stood there, transfixed by this wonderful excruciating piece of man meat. I must have looked very awkward as I stood, looking , at Robert as he stroked his penis with very soapy wash clothe. Robert was speaking and I could not. I calculated that if I broke into a fast run, I could pretend to have just arrived on the scene and could brush against his hands, knocking the marbles away. If the goods were spilled everywhere and his friends were urging him to leave, he might just forget the whole thing and move off. I was desperate that Stepper should not lose those marbles and that the rest of us would not be intimidated. Before I knew it I was rushing across the front of JB's view, headfirst.I struck his hands with my. Exposing her ass. His grip tightened on her waist again and his hand moved forcefully swiping her ass cheeks over and over again. They smarted, stringed felt hot. She tried to move but his grip was strong. As the force and speed of his smacks grew stronger. The fight went out of her. The pain moved to another level, he was treating like a naughty c***d. But with his cock pressed against her and dull throbbing soreness of her ass she realised that she throbbed between her legs too. She became. Sweating profusely, we separated and put ourselves to rights and within three minutes the carriage pulled up to Number 7 Saville Row. A minute later the carriage with Laura, Katie and the Frenchman pulled up. I waited for them to disembark, and opened the front door. I noticed that Katie’s bodice was awry, and that Laura’s dress was askew and the Frenchman’s trousers stained by what I had to assume was his precum or spunk. My housekeeper was about, and I told her to prepare a large repast, not.