I grabbed her hand and walked her up to my upstairs loft on the third floor, laid her on my bed, where my wife normally lays. She asked me to fuck her...– I said maybe ;)She sat up and gripped my neck and looked at me and said “fuck me” I pulled back to remove the perception of control that she thought she had for a second and I spread her legs and went down on her. On my way down, her head went back and she said “oh fuck” REALLY LOUD!I started just above her asshole because I didn’t know if she. ” I spat out.The silence felt like it lasted an eternity. I thought I’d blown it. Game over. The end. I watched their faces. I could see that they were both thinking about it. They looked at each other for a minute and started smiling. “Should we do it?” Belinda asked.“I’m in if you are.” Marcela replied.Belinda broke her gaze from Marcela and looked over at me. “Okay. Turn around.”I stood up and pulled my towel around my waist again. I turned toward the house and waited patiently. I could hear. I pressed the button for my floor, the door closed and the lift went up. The bell rang and the lift stopped at the 4th floor. The doors opened. Two Arab workers were standing there; they were both wearing the typical dirty white caftans that Arab workers wore.It all happened very quickly, they both came in the lift, one snatched my hand the other one grabbed my hair and together they pulled me out of the lift.I screamed and the one pulling me along by my hair put his hand over my mouth to keep. “Okay, big fella,” you say, turning around, “I’ll take it from here.” I rub my soapy hands under your milky globes and tweak your nipples with my thumbs. You lash at me with your wet hair. “Behave!” I hold my hands up in defeat, letting the shower spray rinse the remaining soap from them. I blow you a kiss and step out of the shower. Though the air in the bathroom is thick with steam, it’s still several degrees cooler than the water. I towel myself briskly, thinking of June, open windows and.