Cindy had yet another orgasm, even more intense than previously, and I hoped the neighbors wouldn't her her screaming, but even after what seemed like...an hour I couldn't reach climax. I got off and got the vaseline from the bathroom and lubed up my cock and Cindy's tight little butthole. "What are you doing?" she asked. I thought it was obvious, but I replied, "I'm going to make love to your butt".Gently spreading her anus open with my fingers, I got my feet under me and squatted down to enter. "The audience applauded. Mr. Phelps smiled. The applause continued and he smiled again.At the Ritz Tower Hotel Mr. Phelps Phelps was now at the reception following his speech. He stood with Claire Belfield, but she hadn't yet introduced herself. She wore a cloche hat with a narrow brim and a large feather attached to the hat on the right side, a long graduated glass bead necklace and long suede gloves. Her blue silk dress had a square neckline.Mr. Phelps was leaning forward slightly, the bulk. I inspected her body, squeezing her tiny tits, pinching her nipples, I squeezed her buttocks, parting the cheeks I rammed two fingers dry up her arsehole, she gasped. With the other hand, I pinched and twisted her tiny clitoris, she yelped, sobbing, I rammed two fingers up her tight cunt. I continued to thrust my fingers up her two holes, I introduced a third up each hole and pounded them in and out brutally as she gasped and cried out. When I ripped the fingers out savagely, she yelled and. Every time he used to have some office work. Gradually we were getting unhappy together. I could no longer have sex with such a person. I was hungry.There was a neighbor living next door on the same floor with us, he was my husband’s friend and colleague. His name was David. He was married, but his wife was a frigid woman and she never cared sex much; she was also thin as stick and had a pale awkward body. I used to make fun of her boobs (actually she had a flat breast) when we ever talked, but.