"Oh fuck yeah," I whispered as my head turned to him. "Fuck me hard Ben. Make me cum." I was stood over the actual toilet bowl now - I'd been pushed f...rward during our few minutes of fucking - so I could not lean over quite as much as before when I threw myself forward again. I had wanted to bend right over and watch underneath as his cock pounded me. I couldn't quite see at first but then Ben, reaching round and grabbing the front of my PVC-clad thighs, began to take things into his own hands.. Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her hands were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso.Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our lips still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn’t let go of my head. Our foreheads pressed together, she panted sexily and said “we’d better take this inside”.I followed her in. She kicked off her. The primal part of him wanted to thrust himself to the root, into her throat, filling her completely. But he resisted the impulse. No matter how horny he was - and no matter how much this was her fault - she was still young and inexperienced. He would take his time with her, train her, make her his. And when Maja, his wife, returned in a couple of months... it was a problem to be solved at a later time.He let her get used to the feeling of the hard cock, let her tongue and lips become more. .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!" This was a demurely-dressed grandmother, serious in her conviction. Not wanting.