Another orgasm rocked my body as Marcus continued to ram my pussy. Soon we were in a rhythm that lent itself to a good fuck. I watched in the mirror a... I fell over the cliff into another orgasm. Just seeing myself cumming made me cum again. I looked in the mirror, Marcus' cock was covered with white foam. I knew it was from my pussy and I cum again. Marcus pounded my puss for over an hour. I wondered if he would ever cum himself. I wanted him to dump his load deep in me. If I ever wanted a man. But if Emily was being honest she had been returning James's gaze a bit longer each day. "My hips are fine thank you," she said with a coy smile. "Alright I have to take my break at seven because Carlos is leaving early tonight," he said as he stood to leave. She didn't want him to go just yet, but didn't say anything. She couldn't help but enjoy his hands massaging her legs. She knew she wanted more of him. She watched him leave. Then she quickly struggled into her shoes and hurried after. .. She’ll be right in.”“OK. Fair enough. Now, where do you want me?”“Over by the rock. There’s some chains and cuffs. Just clip them around your wrists.”“That’s a bit of stretch. OK done that. How does that look?”“Pretty good. You’re very – ah – lithe – sinuous even. Let me see how you struggle. Yes. Very good. Very good.”“Hey, these cuffs are pretty rough. Hang on I can’t unclip this. What happened to Miss Tangy anyway?”“Don’t worry, she’ll be in in a minute.”“I’d be happier if we unfastened. Aside from that, we rotated the breakfast shifts between us, and as the season progressed whoever was acting as kitchen porter was trained to cover the breakfast shift if they felt able to cope. Even if there were any problems, the cabin where we stayed was within shouting distance of the kitchen. As I walked into the car park beside the resident’s lounge, I could see the kilted figure of Mr Adamson picking up the marble slab we normally used to lay out the after-dinner petit fours from the.