“Yes he’s a regular guest here,” Elise said.“I don’t think that’s the mayor’s wife,” he speculated about the redhead.“Well, we pride...ourselves on discretion at The Tamarind, “ Elise said noncommittally.“They must have forgotten to invite her!” Mr. Green exclaimed. “I can fix that!”The omnipotent guest pointed finger at the television and a middle-aged woman in a conservative dress suddenly appeared in the amorous couples room.The mayor’s wife clearly took being left off the guest list. Our mouth opened and our tongue started exploring each other’s mouth. We carried ourselves to the next level and started feeling our naked bodies. And we were lost in the world of sex.I started feeling her boobs and she started moaning. We carried ourselves to the bedroom which was well lit for a perfect sexual encounter. As I said she only wanted to cuddle and started the action in full swing. We removed out clothes and were stark naked in front of each other. We hugged, kissed and cuddled. I stare at him for a moment.“I’m so glad you kissed me in the stairway weeks ago.”He grins proudly, “Me too.”His groin presses up against me; his hands go to his side to slide his boxers off. I place one hand on the console and one on the door and lift myself off of it. His boxers slide down his legs and his cock springs up to greet me, clearly excited to get some attention. Leaning forward I’m pressed against the wheel as his hand goes rummaging through his coin drawer. He pulls back a condom,. The bobbies have been called more times for him than they have for her late father. But they always walk straight past him, even when Mrs. White stands in her great coat shaking her finger at him. The young woman supposes that he glamours himself away from them.She wonders if his real trade is in whores. If so she feels quiet curious. It is an odd feeling. She had been brought up to be offended by such things. Because she is without doubt that he is here for her. But she?s excited by it..