I said of course, but first I have to go and powder my nose back in the room and I will return as soon as possible. I could see the snooker room from ...ur bedroom window. I noticed that someone was peeping in the window at the back of the snooker room and was obviously spying on us. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out to see if I could identify who was doing the spying. It was one of the young waiters in the restaurant. He must have noticed we picked the keys. Do it to me here, bend me over the table and fuckme hard, right here in the kitchen.’ She pulled awayfrom me and stood facing the table. I came up behindher, grabbed her by the back of her neck and forcedher, face down on the table. I raised her mini skirt toreveal her beautiful little white bum but her thighswere red and wet, cum was still oozing out of herlovely pussy and trickling down her thighs. ‘How long ago was this fucking that you got? You slut!’‘Just before you. I was impaled on the monster and as I looked sideways toward my companion, I could see that this situation was really turning him on. He was wanking furiously and urging me to suck harder. I continued to suck, but found the position uncomfortable. Bending my head sideways was giving me a crick in the neck, so I stood up and bent over, taking the monster back between my slippery lips. Of course, in this position, my companion could not get to my prick easily, but he had free access to my balls. ”“But I know you have; I know you use me for your masturbation fantasies.”That clicked with me. I was suddenly aware that that this conversation was not on the level; it was a pretext for something else that she was going to reveal to me. All I had to do was listen. She indeed continued, “Rather than complain to the company and jeopardize your job, I’ve decided to handle this in my own manner.”For a moment my worry was that she was merely going to give me a tongue-lashing out here in Brooklyn.