Looking back at me, my eyes were wide open, my ears strait up, my hair in two pony tails, the look in my eyes of total acceptance of the use of me, I ...ook my tung which was very long and went into her cunt until I felt the wall inside her, she was moaning in a continuous, one tone very low, when the man mounting me from behind would drive his cuck into me I would be driven forward and as my tung came out of her I could see her open hole off her ass, that to this point not being used, my long. Or would he call the cops? One look says it all, although this one looks a bit cheeky, too much confidence is a turn off.... mostly. I think this guy wouldn't be heading round back, he'd be on my other arm joining us up to our room. I just smile and keep moving, noting the twinkle in his eye as he smiles back. Are all men sex mad?...so it seems.... thankfully. Robin leads me by the arm down a long corridor, up one flight of stairs and to our room, number 32. As soon as we're in he's on me,. ‘For this you must be punished. Keep wanking your dick, and I am going to sit behind you, fondling my big tits. And you can’t look! If you dare turn around, I move out, and we never do this again.’And so that’s how it went for a week or so. I so desperately wanted to turn and glance at those tits, especially when she started masturbating herself some days in. But I loved her watching me so much, I couldn’t bare to do it. By week 2, she made it more. Just a minute or two more! I was so fucking aroused but I had to hold onto the plan. "Ok Dean", I said to break the spell, "why don't you work on my back now." Again with the near automatic compliance. He started at my shoulders, worked down to my back and waist and then to the 'promised land'. He rubbed his soapy, slippery hand between my legs, to and fro in my ass crack, from anus to cunt and back again, over and over. It was heaven. I took charge. I said, "Dean Honey, that feels kind of nice.