‘I know what you mean about timing. It took me by surprise. I was shocked to hear her bringing it up at this point. We had spent the afternoon going...over the steps in detail and the subject of protection had not come up. I was pissed!’ There were sounds coming from the other end of the line that I could not place. It could be the from the phone cord rubbing against something, I thought. Then it came to me. Wendy was making a soft noise at the base of her throat. ‘Ah, Cotton?’ She said. We flirted, exchanged numbers, texted, sexted, talked, brought each other off over the phone, until the day came that I invited you over for tea. I paced the kitchen floor whilst waiting for your arrival that morning, the cool linoleum a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my skin. Your knock came, at last. It was a soft, hesitant, almost shy knock against the heavy oaken wood of the front door, as if you hoped that perhaps no answer would come. Perhaps no answer should have come, but I. I'm all in. Our suite has a very nice padded chair located conveniently between our couch and the bed. The maid settles into it and reclines. Dressed only in my favorite 5" heels, pearls, and a Mardis Gras mask, my legs look long and lean. Eric grabs me by the scruff of my neck and returns to fucking me. He turns me sideways for the maid, so she can view the entire length of his penis as it is moving in and out of me, as well as his very firm ass. I feel Eric withdrawing his long and. Nancy perks up at the view, “Jake, let’s stop and take some pictures.”“Sure, honey” Jake replies as he looks into her eyes as he pulls into the parking area. Jake gets out and goes around helps Nancy out of the car. As she gets out the car, a gust of wind comes through opening her still unfastened blouse exposing her golden breasts. The cool breeze tickles her nipples into hardness. She giggles as she pulls her blouse together. Jake grabs her sweater from the car and wraps it around her as they.