Sadly before the target was reached she took my hand and gently removed it. I can see her point. Even if- big if- she felt as attracted as I did this ...as not really private. And she may not have wanted passengers, who might walk down the aisle, watching her vagina being stroked, particularly by a stranger. I did not return my hand to her leg. I did not know how much she wanted to play this game the way I did, and molester is not my style. The pressure remained from our arms on each other and. At that moment I felt like I was living in some sort of porno or something. I knew what was happening, so I gave them probably 7 minutes of fuck time and then I stood up. I walked down the hallway very slowly and very nervously and put my ear up to the door, like I couldn’t hear it when I was getting closer, the sound of bodies slamming on each other, moans, and louder moans. I reached for the handle, ready to open the door, just to look. I let go. I didn’t know what would happen if I did open. She turns around and is holding a strap on. I know I am in trouble now. I am tied to this table and cannot move. I am truly at her mercy. She is going to use me any way she sees fit. I am helpless to stop her. And as these thought go through my head, my cock stiffens even more in anticipation of where it will all lead.The next thing I feel is Jen's wet tongue flicking across my ass. I jump at the shock of it, but it feels amazing. She continues to lick my ass and reaches around to grab my hard. "I could not remember seeing a washing machine in her kitchen."How do you... Have you a machine?" No, a laundrette." It must cost you a fortune. Use my machine, downstairs." Can I. But I need a dryer." There is one. I don't use it much, but I think it still works."I left her. I gave her a spare key and left for work.I got home at about sixish. My kitchen was tidier than it had been for years. It had that warm moist clean laundry smell. On my table was a note.Dear Bob, Thank you for a lovely.