He said his name was Andy and this was one of his favourite spots. I said so you come here quite often do you? He said yes quite often, how about you?...I told him I'd never been here in the evening before so I was seeing if the rumours were true. He smiled and said they're true. Oh right I said that's answered that question. While we were talking several people said hello to him so I figured he must be a regular here and so I felt a lot easier talking to him. I asked him what kind of things. When he finally awoke, he was lying on a marble bed staring at a strange ceiling, and despite everything he’d been through recently, he felt unusually great.This was unusual because his second biggest vice only marginally falling behind sex was sleeping. He felt so good in fact it almost felt unnatural, like he wasn’t even in his own body. James seized this first quiet moment he’d had to try and figure out what in the hell was going on exactly.‘Firstly ... portal? Wormhole? Surely something of. She pushes deeper, then starts slowly pulling out and pushing back in. I begin panting again, my excitement unbelievably building again after her first treatment."Oh, Melissa, your touch is so wonderful!" I say. She beams.She continues her slow pumping. My pussy grips on her finger, especially on the way out. Then she curls it up and rubs my G spot. I moan loudly. She keeps rubbing it, ever so slowly.My panting increases and she pumps a little faster. "Ahhhh," I gasp as my pussy pulses. Every. . i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed all of my clothes and kneeled down.. facing her bedroom door i expected her to come out from there but she came from behind.. i could hear he steps ( she was obviously wearing high heels) approaching her slaveboy. i feeled her hand on my shoulder slowly travveling down to my chest. the she came around. she was wearing a black lacquer bustier with suspenders to her black stock,ings , some black panties.