..and her stomach had fluttered deliciously as her warm juices suddenly flowed, flooding the flimsy black g-string knickers she wore. She had imagined...him saying just that to her so many nights, as she lay in her bed, bringing herself to orgasm as she visualised him inside her, thrusting her fingers, where she wished his cock to be. She turned now, arching her back coquettishly and took a few small steps in reverse until she was almost touching him "Can you help me with my zip?" She asked. Fleetingly I thought it may not be the same lads inside... it didn't matter, I was different. My shoes rattled the grill, the window squeaked open and this time three pairs of eyes peered up. I kept my legs as open as I dared, which may not have been far but felt like doing the splits. Looking down I recognised two of the faces from before and I am sure they recognised me. I thought of running off as quickly as I could but willed myself to stay. Suddenly I thought not about what I looked like. I said OK, he took my hand and lead me up the stairs “lets hope there is a free room” I smiled. We tried each bedroom door but they were all locked, but the glory hole door was ajar. My stomach was churning as still holding the blokes hand I walked casually into the glory hole room. There were several men already in the room chatting and all eyes were quickly on me. I turned and kissed the bloke I was with, released his hand and started to walk towards the curtain. My micro mini skirt barely. To be polite she talked with guests for a while particularly pleased that she had a long conversation with Alesandro. Maggie might be a rather prim young lady but that didn’t stop her noticing that the young Italian nobleman had a very nice body to look at and it was combined with sophistication and charm and a pleasant character. All in all very attractive, even if she wasn’t sure she trusted him. Having eaten a bit Maggie filled a plate with pastries and retreated to her room being careful to.