He looked at the bed where Eddie had left a set of handcuffs and some plastic ties. The bed was a collector's item, a solidly built queen-sized piece ...ith heavy brass bed-ends. Vertical rods rose to join a solid rail. The posts were topped with brass balls the size of small fists. The foot board was lower than the head board. Martin swallowed and made up his mind. As he planned his moves he began to grin. He found a silk dressing-gown cord in the smaller built-in wardrobe and a collection of. Reputedly.It hadn't been a very romantic fuck, Fatima knew. But precious few of the not many fucks in her life had really been much better. At least he hadn't laughed in her face when she'd suggested meeting again. And it had been him who had made the first move, when he placed his hand on her thigh. Though, naturally, Fatima made bloody sure that it wasn't going to end there. She pulled out his prick, long and thin and hairy, rather like Freddy himself. She licked and gobbled at it, hungry for. . I moan with pleasure and quickly climax again and again arching against his face. “You know what I want, Jamie …” I say, almost pleading.Moving to a kneeling position near my head; he says, “Show me how bad you want it.”Knowing what he wants, I lean my head forward to lick the swollen head of his cock before sliding my lips down his length, taking it as deep as I can into my sucking mouth, tickling the bottom with my tongue as my lips slide up and down his shaft.After several minutes of. He then thanked me for servicing his wife! He knew! And he was thanking me for cuckolding him! That was just weird. She came back just in time as I had no idea how to continue such a conversation when he asked me how I was able to do it. How could I answer “because porking your good lady from behind is delightful, especially when she comes with such enthusiasm”?This place was wonderful, but would take some getting used to.Dinner included a range of food; from those that approximated to.