A live band played at one end of the room and I have to admit they were pretty good.I settled into the stool and felt that this was just what I needed...“What can I get you buddy?” The man behind the bar asked.“Just a beer, please,” I answered in my unmistakable English accent. This caused both the couple to my left and the two girls to my right to glance my way.“No Problem,” the barman replied with a smile.Americans seem to always be either intrigued or suspicious whenever they hear my accent. I. The insides of my thighs are receiving gentle caresses...I am listening myself moan, so calm and sexy...The hand wraps around my 'velvet purse' as the music guides me to think of it. The hand rolls my creamy eggs around, my breathing quickens...Another hand wraps around my very erect cock, my 'sissy clitty' the song says. Moaning from my chest, as my clitty is stroked.I feel something wet on the tip of my clitty. A tongue slides around the head, teasing it. Now I feel lips, sucking it in as the. I awaited her call. Then I got a message, it read, "Can you and Russell meet me at the Rhinefield House Hotel out near Brokenhurst tomorrow night, bring the toys!". Well we didn't need asking twice. I could hardly wait, what I didn't know was the surprise that awaited us! The next night Russell and I drove up the long gravel drive full of excitement but not really knowing what was going on. We were to meet you at the bar at 7pm so we unpacked and made our way to the bar. Both Russell and I. Any idea of delaying until she could arrange a meeting by fortuitous 'accident' went out of her mind. As she emerged into the hallway, she nearly collided with Pierce, the butler. She'd heard that he had an appetite for the young maids, which he periodically slaked in his pantry, and for a moment she contemplated grabbing him and using him to satisfy her immediate need, but she realised it would not be a good idea to allow a member of the house staff the liberty of her body, and besides from.