She knew she had to get released from the handcuffs. “Please, Sir, please let me down, my wrists feel like they are going to break.” Her body cove...ed in sweat shone in the lights of the room. “What’s the matter, dear, am I not making you comfortable?” He moved next to her and his hands reached up and ran over her taunt stomach, his palms rubbing over the sweat covered stomach. She pulled in her stomach when she felt his hand touch her. She felt it moving on her and she knew that he would be. .. Oh fuck, I hear him moan deeply as he feels my lips touch him... his hands holding my hair back,, his fingers running through my hair as he watches me work his throbbing cock... his hips grind into my wanting mouth as his cock fills it, his thick shaft slipping deep into my mouth as I suck deeply... teasing it at the head, my lips removing themselves and gently teasing him by licking down the side... with my hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, I lick down to the base.... I know what you guys must be thinking. But I decided to leave it for the night as it was risky in the daytime if we got carried away. I just moved the hairs that came on her face, tucked them behind her ear, and touched her face.We spent few minutes there and finally headed back to our respective rooms. My friends left for the station. That day we chatted a lot. We had some steamy talk, but she couldn’t give me much time as she was with her family.Finally, it was dinner time, and my wait was. "Marla was enjoying Paul's attention. She was touched by how, whenever she caught his eyes looking at her in a clearly appraising way, he visibly blushed and looked away. Although he was soft-spoken, Marla wasn't at all sure how much that was to do with his peculiar English dialect or if it would be the same whatever his native tongue."Shall we go for a coffee?" she asked."A coffee?" wondered Paul, the freckles on his face deepening again with his ready blush. "But I hardly know you, like." To.