She changed her blanket and slowly drifted to sleep under a new duvet on her queen sized mattress.Natalie awoke the next day with a slightly sore puss... and a room smelling of pussy juice and alcohol. She looked at the ground and noticed her dirty duvet which she changed for her other. She had realized then what had happened. She looked around and there was Mr. Dildo, just where she left him the night before, next to her pillow.She got up and with a grimace and a pounding headache, found her. He must be laying in the next dune behind me spying,this thought just excited me more,i reach round and stroked my bum knowing that he had a great view where he lay.istroked my bottom more and more,my cock throbbed under me so I started humping my towel.I could hear the man now,heavy breathing and the sound of wanking came from his hiding place.i didn't want to disappoint my voyeur so I grabbed my bum cheek and slowly spread it to show him my hole.i love teasing guys with my bum.The thought of. ” “That sounds interesting,” I said. “And the money is good,” she repeated. I noticed her glass was empty. “Would you like another drink?” I offered. “Actually, yeah, another merlot would be nice. Thank you.” As we walked over to the bar, I noticed the room was beginning to fill up. We got our drinks, a merlot for Corinne, a chardonnay for myself. I reached for my wallet, but the bartender said, “Sir, this is an open bar.” I could tell Corinne was holding back a giggle. I guess she didn’t want. ” I blushed at his announcement. That was all the talk we could have; because my husband was back on me sucking my fully matured melons, suckling them one time and biting my nipples other times. His action threw me in a tizzy. I began to feel spasm and twitching inside my pussy. Whilst he kissed and sucked my breasts, his one hand constantly worked on my ass, squeezing my bottoms and pulling me closer to him, if that was possible; inserting his fingers into the crack. His rock hard rod was.