Maggie, of course, had noticed it immediately and grinned knowingly. 'Ready?' she murmured seductively. 'Because I'm looking forward to seeing the in...ide of that boathouse – especially the ceiling!' Giggling like naughty school children, we slipped out of a side door and made our way down the garden towards the lake, before tip-toeing up the outside staircase of the boathouse as though the surrounding trees were full of people listening out for us. 'What if it's locked?' I whispered, my hand. My fantasy is that the poker game will have an added incentive this time; whoever wins the most money by the end of the night gets to fuck me while the others watch, no matter who it is. The game will end at midnight, and on the stroke of 11:30 the boys will get a special treat – a preview of the night’s grand prize. As they continue to play their final hands, I crawl under the table and unzip them, one by one. They can’t touch themselves or me; I do all the work. I pull out their cocks and. I then untie you, moving behind you, lifting you leg as I push into you again, touching your clit as I push slow and hard, I then whisper to you to do it yourself while I keep fucking you slow and hard. It feels so good as I feel your fingers rub yourself as I push in and out. I have to go slow, wanting to come at the same time as you, I love to hear your beautiful moans as you come on my cock and I quickly come again deep inside you. After a while, we get dressed, but before you put your coat. I looked up, her lips were full, and her sex was wet.“Now, baby, slowly lower yourself to your knees. Then grab the end and guide it into yourself. I'll help steady you. Slowly, okay?”“Yes, Renee.”She did as instructed, fumbling a bit at first, then with all the lube and her arousal. She managed to slip it inside. Her facial expression was one of delight and amazement. She sat for a few moments contemplating how it felt. Then on her own, she began moving cautiously back and forth on it. I could.