”“I’m shocked that can happen so near to where we live. Don’t get me wrong Ian I’m not condemning it at all. You just don’t expect it do y...u? Do women go there too?”“I didn’t think so until one evening after going there for months a couple came in and stood at the side aisle together holding hands. They were there for about an hour and I decided that nothing was going to happen and went out for a beer nearby. I went back after half and hour to see them sitting in one of the rows in the middle.. Then there was William from Ireland, a handsome rugged sort of man with a bulge in his pants that could only mean one thing. Larry, an Australian, the talker of the group, knew he was sexy and funny. Next to me was Thandi, a tall African beauty, with luscious lips and firm breasts. Her shaven head gave her the appearance of royalty.Then there was I, Sandra, the horny slut of the group. My five-foot-eleven-inch frame is filled with a sexual energy that I cannot explain. My whole body is an. By now Tom really wanted to taste him and started giving a special attention for the best blowjob he could provide, instead of listening to him and sending his cock again for sucking. Soon enough the man on the other side was groaning, straining and his cock was getting even harder, longer and thicker; ready to shoot. Yeah, he did and it was awesome. Being novice, the excessive explosions of cum in Tom’s mouth were making it impossible for him to swallow all and he had to catch the overflow in. On the table is a champagne bucket, the neck of a freshly opened bottle visible, sheened with condensation and two flutes. Another envelope rests against the bucket. Again eager to read the note you tear open the envelope. ‘Pour yourself a glass of champagne. Take off your clothes. The bath’s ready. I won’t be long.’ Carefully you fill a glass. A smile forms on your lips as you sensuously take your first sip wondering what is to come. You take in the elegance of the suite. The sitting room.