My ass was full of slippery lube and all seven inches of his hot throbbing cock meat. I had loosened up and he now slid in and out deep, fast and easy... pumping my ass faster and harder.“Yes, yes, unnngggg. Fuck me. I want to feel every inch of your cock,” I yelled.“Geez, why couldn’t you have been like this before when I was sucking your cock?” he asked as he picked up the pace and slammed harder into my ass.I could feel the swollen head of his fat cock bump and scrape across my prostate making. There was a crash and the tinkling of glass, red wine and pieces of glass splashed me, I looked up, she had freed her hands somehow but her hair was still wrapped around the wine rack, "Damn," she said as she stretched out to grab another bottle. "What happened?" I asked."You collapsed," she said, she couldn't quite get a grip on the bottle, "Dammit." She had freed herself, her nose looked awful, but she hadn't worked out how to free her hair so she had tried throwing bottles at me, trying to. Talk to him, he is your husband after all." Katie swore at him and buried herself behind her drink. "And for all your bluster, you are missing him as well, aren't you?"Katie sighed and looked away. "Yeah, maybe. But things would have to be different. I don't want to tie up my husband and whip him until his butt bleeds. He has to understand that. And I definitely ain't doing what's on the videos and..." I know," Matthew said calmly. "But talk to him, try and find some common ground, agree on. "Ah yes, I'll get it soon, I promise," she said."You are doing just fine," I replied.Except that the water never really got very hot, it was a good shower. I needed tom wash off the night sweat. I put on clean panties and bra for my the first full day in England.I wasn't sure who would be joining us for breakfast and I didn't plan to go looking for anyone. I was hungry and I didn't mind eating alone. Well alone except for the Hoover.Once in the lobby the Hotel's concierge had a message for us..