‘I’d like you to meet our host for the evening. Sabrina, this is Philip Westmoreland.’ ‘Good evening,’ Sabrina said and felt her eyes widen ...n surprise. It was no wonder Marcus refused to disclose their destination. Lord Philip Westmoreland was notorious even among the ton though he was rarely seen in their ballrooms, while Westmoreland’s position gained him entry to the most sought after events, it was said that simply being seen in his presence, no matter how public, could ruin a young. I was rock hard when I hit send."Okay, I'll be there. In less than 30 minutes you'll have my dick in your mouth."I kept masturbating, afraid that I'd lose my nerve if I lost my erection. My heart was pounding like crazy when a car pulled into the driveway. I greeted him at the door, still hard in my pants. We went to my bedroom, I got undressed and got on my knees in front of him, my cock standing up straight. He was wearing gym shorts and I could see that his cock was already hard. He pulled. As I watched this, I suddenly realised the similarity to my experience on the hotel balcony, and instantly knew that this was Hostess who had fucked me there. I determined that tonight the tables would be turned!But clearly that was going to have to wait, because in Katerina I had stumbled on a lesbian who liked her sex rough and hard. She had progressed from pinching my nipples to biting them, then with one sharp thrust of her hips, she rolled me over so that she was on top of me, and pushed. We both sat on the 2 seater sofa in the room near the window and I was smoking and we were talking about our jobs.SuddenlyHim- I thought you had bought the bra for your wife when I helped you beforeMe- oh no actually I like to dress when aloneHim- did you buy it today, as it was a new box I guess?Me- yes I just bought it from the mall this eveningHim- didnt the shopkeeper ask why a guy is buying bra panty?Me- no he was just interested to sell.Him- you dress up quite smart!!Me- thanksI crushed.