She had been looking at the framed photos of the masked and numbered Black Studs on the wall and written down a selection for later.I noticed how long...she was speaking to the Madam of the evening and the Madam seemed to be arranging something?It turned out that Cynthia had been working in mid-Africa as a missionary Lady, well she had the money to indulge that passion. I spoke to her with interest but what was her reason for being here? She worked for a mission, mostly housing orphaned boys to. I moved in an endeavor to hide the swelling but only proceeded to make it worse as my cock now defeated the elastic leg of my underwear and found its way down the leg of my short shorts.Amanda's skirt was short, as is the custom with teenagers, and her heavenly bronzed thighs did not improve my arousal as she climbed boldly onto my lap."Wow, Amanda," I whispered. " Don't you think your a little old to be on my lap?"Her eyes looked into mine and her lips parted slightly revealing her perfect. I told her I would be in the room so I could see what happened and learn how to do it. She fell for it hook, line and sinker. We are booked in next Saturday afternoon at 4pm I said. “It will be great” I said to her. You will love it, I promise” I told her. Actually I knew I would love it anyway. All week we would look at the lesbian videos and then make out. “Are there any other videos” she asked me one night. “Oh there are all sorts” I said. “Maybe we can look at some” she said. I still didn’t. She settled back down momentarily and continued to watch the mature woman being debauched by a succession of lovers. Annette fervently wished it was she who was being royally fucked by a string of young men, and was soon writhing in the throes of yet another squelching orgasm.Later, after Annette had temporarily sated her lust, she walked bare foot and naked to the bathroom for a shower. As the fates would have it, Ian chose precisely that moment to visit the toilet and appeared on the landing.