I just wasn’t attracted to guys. But there was something about this guy that made me feel both horny and attracted to him. His scent was amazing: a ...ixture of his cologne and his own odor (and pheromones). I was his.I wanted to touch his cock so much I was aching, but I decided to enjoy the rest of his body first. So after rubbing his arms and chest and kissing his nipples, I began rubbing his stomach. Then I moved down and started touching and squeezing his large calves. I was aching with. "I'm cold myself and I've got all this clobber on." I'm just about coping, thanks, Charlie. I'll be able to hang on until the Consul gets here and sorts this out. You have got in touch with the Embassy, I hope?" First thing I did when I heard about all this. Trouble is I only got hold of the Duty Clerk. Bad time of night to be trying to raise any of those desk-bound wallahs. No one in authority expected until nine. That's two more hours before they hear about this and then they have to apply. This is my parent’s place and I’m just staying with them until my apartment is ready.” She stopped at the table and turned toward him letting her robe open up slightly, showing the merest hint of pale skin underneath. This didn’t go un-noticed and his cock hardened a little. “What can I get you?” she teasingly said as she turned to put the kettle on, one of her breasts just peeking out of the silk robe she had on. “Well Evie what do you suggest? Maybe you could help me with my choice,” he said. “Yes, yes please.” I was unseeing, my entire body on fire. He undid the ropes that held my feet and said “Kneel on the bed by the edge, but face your closet mirror.” I changed positions quickly and just as quickly he slid inside. “Watch yourself,” he said, pulling my honey blonde hair, causing my head to jerk back, “look how sexy you are; my god, what a fuckin gorgeous slut.” He hissed as he slammed into me from behind and bit my earlobe. I stared at the mirror and didn’t recognize the woman.