I thrust two fingers inside myself. That felt better, almost instant relief. I thrust them in and out of myself. I suddenly thought, “what if Fleur ...ame looking for me?” I looked out of the window, you could just see the terrace from the window. I looked, I could see them. My eyes were transfixed. My daughter, my little Fleur was sucking Jacks big cock, and what a little cocksucker it seemed she was, as head bobbed up and down. I thrust my fingers deeper, imagining I was with her, sharing the. Lisa rolled her off and turned around. She lifted her legs and spread them wide, offering her juicy warmth to me. Once again I buried myself in her velvet wetness. She was beyond excited. Her fingers flew back and forth across her clit while her head banged against the headboard with each of my thrusts. “Fucking ass!” She screamed. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut as my rock hard meat continued being jammed into her. She screamed in ecstasy and release as wave after orgasmic wave crash over. The door opened as we approached and a dinner suited doorman greeted Dave and signed me in as a guest.The place was elegantly furnished and seemed like an old fashioned gentleman’s club.Dave opened some double doors and I realised this was far from old fashioned. On a small stage, lingerie clad girls danced to an audience of men sitting at low lit tables sipping drinks. Occasionally a girl would leave the stage and would leave with one of the men through a side door and a new girl replaced her.. It was not unusual for me to talk like that, but she thought it was just my overactive imagination again. Karl and I continued suggestively talking and I told him that we were going to grab some dinner. If he wanted to get together later for 'drinks' he should just hang her panties over the railing as a sign, if he wanted to us to come up.Mrs G and I went to dinner by ourselves and I mentioned it to her a few more times while we ate. When we returned to our room, I asked her if I should call.