I sucked, ate, fucked, played tennis, fucked, snorkeled, sucked, ate, fucked, sucked, swam, sucked, fucked and generally had a quiet day.Jhon had come...- like all the toothpaste being push out of a tube at once - just before I'd called it a night. He'd managed about seven hours; a personal best. He'd been soft all through breakfast, but started to firm up about mid-morning and by lunch, he was beating his meat again and shocked at how fast he'd gotten up.Jhon joined us for dinner - where for. He returned to the small of her back, and began to repeat the process. He delighted in the feel of her smooth skin against his fingers. After months of fantasy, he was actually touching her naked skin. Her ass was still brushing against his penis through the fabric of his slacks and the silky panties she had made him wear under his pants.She moaned lightly, and he replied with a soft moan of his own.“You can’t come, slave,” she said firmly.“I can’t come, Mistress,” he replied in a hoarse. " Why?" Because it pleases me so."I did not reply; his tongue went on. I found it hard not to cry out. And just when I thought I would explode, he stopped. I was left alone for a minute and then his fingers entered me, softly at first and then roughly."Now I want you to tell me what you want!" I want you to fuck me." Good, that I will do, after a little while. Now, you are not to come now."I found this unbearable; the pleasure he was giving me was too much not to bring me to a climax soon. I. ” Helena broke the embrace, grabbed her bag and we headed up the stairs. I was already in bed, when Helena emerged from the bathroom in the nude. She slowly pulled back the duvet covering me and gently fondled my cock until it showed signs of life. “Turn off the light, James, and the lie back and relax.” I soon felt her tongue trace down the length of my rapidly hardening cock. It was totally dark in the room, so I could only feel her tongue and her lips on my penis and my scrotum. It was slow.