That was the hope, anyway.She raided the fridge to produce a thoroughly French spread of ham, salami, brie and terrines and rillettes, which I had onl... recently learned were not actually paté, even though they were similar. To cut through all this richness there were saucers of cornichons, little crunchy miniature pickled cucumbers. And there was crisp French bread, which they buy fresh every day, as and when they need it.I spoke halting French and she did her best with limited English. We sat. This was a first for me and if I had been wearing a cap, I'd had tipped it to Alex and Adam for this setup. The speedos on my wrists and ankles were soft and had a bit of stretch in them so no where near as uncomfortable compared to when I've been tied up with rope in the past.Alex then returned to the room with a tray of champagne flutes and I was told that things were about to get under way.In the hallway I heard Adam greeting the other invitees to the sex party and the guests thanking Alex. “Don’t stop, Jeff, oh god don’t stop!”I didn't stop. I continued to pump in and out, even though I could feel my balls about to erupt. I wanted to please her, I wanted that night to be one that neither of us forgot. Her body began to tremble under me. Her head was tossing back and forth on the chapel carpet.The longer we went, the louder she got. I look back and figure the fear of being heard was the only thing that allowed me to last as long as I did. Then all of as sudden her body stiffened.. It might just piss her off. I'd rather have a willing fuck than an unwilling one. Unwilling fucks just aren't as much fun. Playtime is okay like I did with Brandy and Cynthia. But those girls wanted it just as much as I did and it showed. Jesus, hard to believe girls that young can fuck like that.You never know how good a woman is going to be until you get her into bed. They can surprise you - even the mousey ones. Once I even got Bobbi McGregor into the sack.Bobbi is the Big Dyke's right hand.