It was indoors. He looked around the bedroom. This room. He dropped the phone on to the bed, rose and went to his wardrobe. He picked out a plain blac... T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. He went to his underwear drawer and selected his favourite pair of boxers. He dressed and went back into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and splashed on some cologne. He smiled at his reflection, “what the fuck are we getting in to?”He picked up his phone off the bed and looked at the last two messages. About 20 minutes later there came a knock at the door. It was Rebecca, dressed up like the hottest little schoolgirl you ever saw. She said, "I hope you don't mind that I brought Joe with me, he's going to be our slave". I said that it was no problem. Rebecca made herself a drink, caressed some of my strategic locations, then opened the door and let out a whistle. Moments later Joe came in and Rebecca ordered him to get on his knees and he obeyed. She was standing next to me with her drink in. It turns me on like crazy. Hope some day I get the real adventure. Especially with hot married IT aunties as in my office whom I always secretly masturbate on.Please switch over to end as I am writing story below to complete words for adding this story.My dream of fucking a hot housewife who is petite. When she used to walk the whole street used to see her. She would purposefully pull her saree pallu back revealing her one bosom and navel, when ever I was outside with my friends. Even few of my. He still might get an opportunity and she was the last resort. It might be a simple note for more fun and games without a watcher. It might be far more sinister.Peter knew that someone was watching him. It wasn't that unusual. Normally it was a jealous lover. Now he wasn't so sure. He could just feel it. So he kept careful watch on his room. He had gotten a note from his Polish lover. Her escort from the embassy had been with her. Sometimes he had joined the two of them. This time he had not..