My body hair is stiff and matted with the previous evening's sweat and come, and the sweet scent of hard sex lingers in the air. The hotel is full of ...oises. Maids cleaning rooms. Couples collecting their thrown clothes from the floor and furniture. People going about their regular lives in the street so many floors below. The shower in our en-suite running... I get halfway through thinking "...who the fuck is in our bathroom?" when the events of the past few hours flood my memory like a vivid. Sharon the Post LadyThat’s the story that Sharon played on her iPod, dancing around her bedroom naked, getting dressed for another day out delivering the mail. The story is narrated by a French porn-star with a deep husky voice, that makes Sharon quiver inside whenever she pronounces ‘panties’. She decides to skip the bra today; her young girlfriend says her tits aren’t bad for an old woman, and the rough fabric of her uniform blouse can keep her nipples erect for hours. The Cuntal and Anal. .. Yesssss!!- Ooohhh!!! Oh, my... Mother of Gooddness!!! Rodoooolfo.The boy sticks four long fingers into the hot, drooly pussy, the thumb massages the clits. The heat rises, Cléo shivers, trembles...- Rô... Rodol... Fo. I... Mmmmm...The voice comes out whispering, terrified, in love...- Kiss... Kiss me.He obeys, and his tongues are rolled up in inside their mouths. Without realizing it, Cleo fells a volume, a pressure right in the middle of the legs... Right in the middle of vagina. The heat. She passed the others to her husband Ian and sat down and opened her one. She was susprised as she read it - To My Dear Cum SlutYou are to go the Marriott Hotel in Peterborough next friday at 2.30pm and go to room 224 where you will experience an afternoon of depravity and sexual pleasure that you haven't experienced before.Don't be late.Your MasterShe was shocked as she read it again. Suddenly Ian asked, 'who's the letter from?'Almost feeling herself blush she replied, 'oh one of the other.