She was treating this evening as work, she hoped she would have fun, she hoped she would come, but primarily she had expectations of money. She had be...n promised half her auction fee, and she would make sure that it was high.“Good evening I am Estelle, I am the compere for this evening. Please follow me through to the changing rooms.”She wondered about that. She was dressed exquisitely, she had taken great care, she had been in the spa all afternoon, and now she was going to be messed with. Hell, she got mad at me for initiating it with her via text because "her coworkers could see."So, I told her I would be home in 5 minutes and grudgingly went to the car. Maybe I had a bit too much to drink - 3 beers - but I feel I was safe to drive. I got home and opened the door with trepidation. When I got in, she was sitting in the living room with a robe and the long wool socks she usually slept in. This didn't excite me too much, but I sat down."How long have you been looking at porn?" she. I harden even more, which seems impossible, and Bella squeezes her tits around my imprisoned shaft, working it up and down until my mind is spinning and I am groaning in sheer ecstacy at this wonderful bombardment of sexual feeling… I am shaking, almost passing out. Wonderful glorious waves overtake me. My milky juice spills out in spasms between Bella’s naked golden globes… Bella’s smiling face makes it all seem right. Except for our rapid breathing, we are silent and lost in the moment. It. But _someone_ had to know I was there. And with luck, they could tell me why I was there.I lay, for a good two minutes. Patience was apparently not one of my virtues. I got up and wrapped the sheet around myself. I stepped to the door in my improvised toga, opened it and stepped outside. As the door went 'snufft' behind me it occurred to me to check the lock from this side. Locked. Great. Well, I was committed now. I walked the hallway from one end to the other, with no sign of life, no sounds,.