It seemed so comfortable and ordinary to Ana that she sometimes forgot she'd not always lived in a place like this.One prominent feature of the living...room was a long full-length mirror in which she could examine her reflection. At first she worried that the mirror might be connected to a network of cameras and viewing screens, like the one in Binta's room at the Brothel, but she soon satisfied herself, after poking around its perimeter with a knife, that there was no real likelihood that it. I didn't want them wanking and wasting any spunk. The slut that was on her way was very greedy and her hubby gets more turned on the more cum she has in her. I intended to be a good host. If he was good enough to bring her round for us to enjoy, the least I could do was make sure they left happy with the servicing she'd had. So the guys were all here and then the doorbell went about 10 minutes before the slut was to be delivered. I opened it and there they were. She had on a long coat and. This would apply even if the next person was a girl.Now I was getting really excited, as there were some pretty fit guys there and the girls looked hot too. I found myself looking around thinking I hope it is him or her!!After what seemed an age, one of the guys got the answer wrong, he dropped his boxers to reveal a lovely hard cock. He looked up, smiled at me and began to walk towards me. I could hardly believe my luck, of all the guys, he was the one I fancied the most.He held his arms out,. But she didn’t want me to do that this time. She kissed me long and hard and abruptly pulled away, staring out the window. She sighed. “You smelled like someone else last night,” she muttered. I put one hand on her right shoulder and cupped one hand on her cheek. I turned her so she faced me. I got close to her without touching her. “I made it really clear,” I whispered. “I made the terms crystal clear. You agreed to them. I’ve helped you, I can tell. And you’ve helped me. But if you want to.