She whispered to me again. “Thank you, thank you so much. That was so horny – I’ll make it up to you later.” She smiled and walked out followe... by her husband. I looked over at Marcus with a huge grin on my cum covered face. He was still breathing deeply recovering, eyes closed. I left and walked towards the showers, stopping at the water dispenser to drink I don’t know how many cups of ice-cold water. I really didn’t care now if anyone saw me still hard and with a face full of sperm.After a. As the evening wore on Debbie and I started kissing. I was getting harder and she could feel that. Her breathing was getting shorter as she was getting more turned on. I asked her if she would like to go somewhere quieter; she just smiled at me and nodded. So we headed backstage to one of the dressing rooms where there was no one else around.Debbie was about 5’ 2” tall, was very slim, had long black hair and the most beautiful green eyes. Her father was Eastern European and she had that. . and they did, quite easily. Still dressed in the soaking wet shirt which was plastered tightly to her tits, her nipples standing proudly to attention, she bounced her way through the throng of ogling males back to our table leading a waiter who was carrying her prize - a silver ice bucket containing a magnum of champagne along with three fluted glasses. Sam duly removed the cork with the traditional loud 'pop' and stream of ice cold liquid which just sort of accidentally ended up being. ”“Vyera’s husband has been assaulted in London. This may be an attempt at intimidation. The British security services may be responsible, but I think that is unlikely, from my knowledge of the way they operate in their own country. The next possibility is the CIA acting on behalf of Pavea’s old family, but that is also unlikely. If the American authorities wished to put pressure on Vyera, I think they would arrange with their British colleagues to arrest her and then threaten her with.