‘I saw this under the sheet,’ she said, kissing his shaft. ‘And I thought it must be for me.’‘It is,’ Richard replied, sliding his fingers...forward until they found the firmness of Victoria’s clitoris.‘Good,’ she whispered as she turned, moving onto her back, pulling him with her. Richard moved between her legs, feeling her wrap herself around him as he slid inside her. ‘Fuck me hard,’ she whispered. Pulling out of her, Richard thrust back in, pushing Victoria up the bed, causing her to cry out.. Your tongue plunges into my mouth, our tongues play with each other. You bite my bottom lip and playfully suck on it. Then you kiss my throat, drop to your knees and bite the bulge that is still underneath my trousers. You slowly undo my belt, unzip my trousers, reach in and pull out my cock. It is throbbing so much and aching to be played with. You put on some black silk gloves and begin to stroke my cock, working your hand slowly form its base, up its shaft, when you reach the tip you notice. It is exclusive beyond any other organisation. Membership is granted rarely, and only to the rich and powerful.It has everything you'd expect of a gentleman's club; fine spirits, leather chairs, cuisine prepared by the finest chefs from around the world. The members meet to discuss business, influence politics, and fuck like rabbits. Yes, London's most prominent businessmen and politicians all scurry to the safety of the Ganymede Club to drop all strictures of society and indulge in passions. Lie back on your bed with your eyes closed and enjoy."I murmured my agreement, knowing his stories were always sexual I started to strip. Juggling the phone on my shoulder I bent to pull off my shorts. Of course that made the phone cord pull tight, making me drop the phone. Picking it up I unbuttoned my shirt. Why hadn't I gotten a longer phone cord? Trying to pull the shirt off was impossible, but I didn't want to miss his opening. Finally I decided to leave my bra and underwear on and save.