And even though the front door was well within his line of sight, on Slave Night he never looked up or acknowledged her presence in any way.Because sh... wasn’t really there - not yet.So, Anita would simply drop her purse and laptop by the door and hustle up the stairs as quickly as she could. In the bedroom, she would shed all her clothing and jewelry, then take a shower, during which she would wash herself thoroughly, scrub off her make-up, shampoo her hair and then shave everywhere, even if. “Margot; well that’s just fine, lets dance on.” whispered Ed with satisfaction. Margot felt his groin come a little closer to her and that pleased her. Their dancing pleased the pianist too and also enticed another couple onto the floor.But a couple of minutes was all that Mrs Lavender was giving her eager Ed. She drew away saying, “ excuse me Ed, I rather need to visit the powder room, do you mind.”Ed’s face fell from the little heaven he’d been in, “ Oh sure Margot; OK.” he said as she walked. The Queen’s hand reached beneath her to stroke at her sex's sensitive spot as she sought to rush forward her orgasm.The sailor was struggling to fuck his Queen; she was still drenched but her pussy was constricting about him as her ecstasy built close to orgasm. The sailor's hard dick stick was consumed by bubbling, hot waves as his own cum surge built; his tallywags were so tight now, he knew he was close to blowing wads of hot semen into his wanton Queen.As she became more taut about his. As large an appetite I have for these things, this particular girls inability to contain her squirting set a backdrop of some pretty embarrassing after scenes for her, the manager and the cleaner who had to deal with the aftermath and had no idea that I was the culprit and not poor Yannick who was always doing the deed. To be far he might also be ploughing into this piece of ass and who wouldn’t at least try. Somehow I doubt it though, never bite the hand that feeds and after finger blasting.