The guy doing Leader is holding the base of his prick and slides it all the way out each stroke. Leader’s ass gapes open each time, her pink outer r...ng completely unable to close up shop when he pulls out. The lights are bright and aimed up her ass showing the pink insides doing a milking closed motion from the second ring inside still trying to squeeze shut. Then out of the blue the guy, aiming his prick away from Leader puts a knee on the couch between the two and presents his cock inches. I ambled down New Bond Street, Old Bond Street, and then across to galleryland. Moseying around some of the smart dealer galleries used up close to two hours, and then I burned off another three-quarters of an hour – give or take – at a half-decent coffee shop. From there, I headed out to Shepherd’s Bush via Bond Street and White City. From the Tube station, it was about a five minute walk to Eloise’s local. And I must say that it was a pleasant surprise. It was one of those traditional pubs. She grins up at me and this time when she pulls me back to her lips, I slip my arms down, one under her lush, plump thighs and the other around her waist, pulling her up onto my hips effortlessly as we kiss in the fading afternoon light. I walk into the house, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her ample chest flush with mine. I harden almost instantly, straining under the fabric of my suit pants. I slide the door shut with my foot and hike her up a little on my hips, making her breath hitch as. We both walked outside the restaurant. Suddenly there was a voice behind me.Guy: Excuse me, Sir? You forgot something.I turned around to see who it was. Holy fuck! It was Lucas.Lucas: Hey asshole! Remember me?He punched me in the face hard. I fell unconscious. I don’t know how long I was out. I heard some voices.Male voice: Not sure… Hit… Hard…Female voice: Shouldn’t… Ambulance?Male voice: Wait… Waking up.I opened my eyes. Amy was in front of my face trying to wake me up. The hotel manager is.