“Sure,” I said again, unhesitatingly.They all watched as he handed me the coin and bent forward, grabbing one tit in his right hand as his mouth m...ved to my left boob. I felt his lips encircle my nipple and as he started sucking my right hand went to the back of his neck without even realising what I was doing.I felt my nipple hardening as he sucked and glanced down at my left nipple. It too was getting hard at anticipation of being sucked shortly. He switched from one boob to the other, and I. I was int he process of tightening the tap with the spanner and suddenly i slipped and about to fell on the group. Unfortunaltely, i get hold of her at her shoulders and slipped through her waist. She also hold me to save me from fell down. I become more hot. Atlast, I tap was fitted tight and sat on the sofa in her house.we started chatting about myself and her self. Her husband is a sales officer and always roams outside on official duty. So, she get bored all the time. I asked her to call me. I've got this place near Marrakesh, an old Kasbah; I bought it for a song a few years ago from one of my more wayward acts when he hit the skids. I use it as a hideaway, and the odd band goes down there to write songs and make demos. You really should go there, you and Margaret, and just indulge yourselves. There's a terrific Hammam, olive groves, fields and mountains on your doorstep. The chap who looks after it for me knows all about discretion, I don't think there's much the servants haven't. He shouldn't be here. He knew something about our activities, in fact I suspect he knew more than I suspected. But he did not know - about me. He'd never met 'Raelene'. He looked straight at me, looked me up and down, then spoke."Good evening, Miss. Is Mr. Wood around?"Well that should not have surprised me. I didn't look one little bit like my male counterpart. I gulped at the realisation, then muttered a reply in my 'female' voice, which in fact I had been settling into all afternoon. "Er -.