I led him into the master bed room. He was hesitant. “Is it a good idea?” “Of course it is my room and I could do what ever I want in it” I wa... glad I changed the sheets and made the bed only that morning. I dragged him by his hand into the room. We were like teen age lovers embarking into a forbidden territory. I closed the door behind us.Next minute we both jumped into the bed. It was like a cyclone hitting from no where. Grabbing on to each other, kissing, cuddling, grabbing, and pulling all. Half turning John just waved his hand in the direction of the main Hall and to Bill this was a sign they were to continue into that hall.Mary and Bill never did see the exchange of the £200 that John had just sold Mary for, and shortly after entering the hall they both stopped dead in their tracks for in front of them in the centre of the floor was an old dirty double mattress, and this was sat upon a large plastic sheet. Just as Mary's courage began to desert her, she felt the hand of John on. I felt as if I busted in on them that she would be more upset with me than Tony.He began unbuttoning her dress from the top, and kissed her lips, face, cheeks and neck while he did. I heard him talking to her, telling her she was beautiful, that he wanted her.Beth struggled, still telling him, "Stop, no... please..." but he had leverage on her and successfully pinned her against the couch back. They continued their unorthodox wrestling match, and he continued on her buttons until he had her. My fears were proven to be irrelevant as he slammed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue in, only to pin my tongue in a different kind of missionary position. I could taste remnants of the red wine he had, mixed with his saliva which tasted strangely sweet. I let out a moan when one finger disappeared up my vagina before being pulled out only to pluck the private strings around my very wet cave before teasing my clitoris, which was throbbing out of control in ecstasy. Clumsily, I tried.