Twenty minutes later the rain pulled into London. Once off the train I followed the crowd passed the ticket collector and then hunted down the public ...hone boxes.The float from the kitchen office wasn't going to do me very well for too long, if I lived in a tent it might last a week but I didn't hold out too much hope for the big city. I dug out some change, took a deep breath and then dialled the number. It answered on the third ring. I told the operator that I wanted to speak to the news. I've never experienced this much pleasure! I feel that I will come. The hot waves run through my body. I feel that my pussy is getting wet. 'Are you trying to cum?' asked me P. 'You can't cum until I tell you to. Do you understand, slave' No answer, only more moaning. He doesn't like that. He spanks me three times with his free hand. ' I said, do you understand, slave?!' 'Yes' I manage to mumble between the gasps. 'Yes, what?' 'Yes, sir!' He stops fucking me and spanks me again. 'Good.' He. While she did things in her bed that had nothing to do with sleep. I watched as I undressed, revealing swollen nipples. Breathless, I watched as I pushed her dildo into my pussy for the first time, inspired to retrieve one of my own, so that I could relive the experience, pushing it into my cunt, still slightly sore from the fucking I had given myself, fucking myself in sync with the image of me on my computer screen, my moans harmonious with those emitting from my speaker, creating a sensual. They were two eighteen year olds, almost half her age, and both stunningly attractive. The presence of young men such as they kindled certain desires within her body: protective, motherly and sexual..."I think I drank too much at the wedding reception. I hope the three of you will protect me... in bed." She giggled.Mike ignored her comment, "We have two spare rooms, one double and one single, you can fight between yourselves for the larger of the two," jokingly he laughed."We will sleep.