Marianne found it difficult to concentrate on the discussion between Donald Rumsfeld and some British newscaster while she could also hear Maurice and...David snogging loudly and energetically in the hallway, interesting though the discussion was on the threat Saddam Hussein posed to world peace. She wasn't exactly sure what part the man had played in the circumstances that led to her husband's death and her abrupt widowhood, but if he was in any way culpable she was sure he deserved whatever was. The door opened and I was greeted by Jenny in a fluffy white bathrobe. She was quite short when not wearing her customary high heels. I chanced a glance at her bare feet - I have a foot fetish, especially when they belong to a beautiful woman."C'mon in Grant" she said as she stepped back to allow me to enter. I stopped in the entry way as she closed the door behind us. I heard the lock click as she secured the door."Follow me. I'll show you where to setup" she said. I walked a couple of metres. .. their asses hanging out gloriously from their thongs. My wife was very overdressed... We met the host, Carl... the co host that we spoke to on the phone, Katy, and her husband Glenn. Katie passed us off to Glen for the tour of the house and the rules. "So, this is the kitchen obviously," Glen began his tour, " As you can see we have a ton of food. One of our regulars owns a sushi restaruant, so he always brings a few trays of sushi, Carl always does the pork shoulder, so feel free to bring. (Slap!)“Aaah.”(Slap!!)“Aaah,” she moaned each time she was slapped.Later, he left her tits, grabbed her shoulders tightly and started fucking her with his full speed.“Oh my Go…od! Oh yes, yes, fuck, fu…uck!” She screamed, with her eyes shut tight, and her mouth wide open.He was fucking her so fast that their bodies were being slipped against the floor and the hard floor was leaving scratch marks on both of their bodies, mostly on hers.She opened her eyes and looked at his face. He was fucking.