“Hey, neighbors!”Standing in the doorway was Jeremy. “How did you get in here? Go home, Jeremy. Leave us in peace.” I was sure I locked the do...rs.Predictably, he approached the bed. “Funny you should say that. A piece is what I came for. He was right next to the bed. “Don't stop on my account. Put that cunt back to work.” Debbie started humping me again while Jeremy guided her face to his groin.My wife got a mouthful while Jeremy kept talking. “I have a key now. Didn't the bitch tell you?” He. Mydesperation was evident as I pried apart her thighs and knelt betweenthem, the zipper loud in the silent compartment. Quickly andexpertly, I aimed my stiff manhood towards her still-flowered openvagina and pressed forwards. The hot wetness engulfed me as I sankdown to the root, our kinky hairs mingling together. This time it wasmy turn to sigh.To my surprise, and delight, Mrs. Dietel began to rotate her hips. Asthe first of my thrusts drove home, she groaned loudly and I enjoyedwatching. Busy Bee called her name. Her paper bag flopped against her leg as she opened the door. The cafe was full of people sipping on iced coffees and teas while munching on muffins or breakfast bars. Keyboards clacked from corners awash with sunlight. The smell of roasted coffee filled the air.“Good morning, could I have an iced mocha latte, please?” asked Lauren.“Morning! Sure, you want regular milk?” replied the man, whose nametag read, “Philip.”“No, oatmilk, please.”Oatmilk was much creamier, far. "Sir, I would like to put another lock on the Wine Cellar door," he said.The Emir was surprised by this request and commented, "All the doors are electronic. Only you and I, and anyone else we nominate, can get in through that door." Sir, I am a cautious man. If the electronic lock were somehow subverted I would like to think that the door would still not open. I suggest a Chubb lock as well as the electronic one. Keys could be held by you, of course, by me and my deputy, and perhaps a spare by.