There was no point in locking it, as no one ever entered my room, or not without knocking anyway. That, and the fact that only girls lived here and we...were all very much aware of each other’s sexual activities, whether solo or not.I got some chocolate, unwrapped it, took a bite and then undressed, at which point I lay down on my bed and started up my laptop.They really should find a way to combine chocolate and masturbation.There probably already was though, but I hadn’t found it out yet. I was. "I'll give that Pete Boyer a ring. He's into the classic car rallyscene."Lucy met Pete a couple of months after she moved in to the highwaystation and was still living in the workshop. He was with his wifereturning from a rally in Cornwall when the 'sick' electrical system onhis Triumph Gloria Southern Cross finally died outside Glastonbury some50 miles from his home. Calling out the RAC, the roadside assistance manmentioned that before he relayed them home they might try 'Ron Owens', anew. ”I sucked and tongued and kissed and licked and sniffed and ate her ass. Her sweet asshole puckered and winked and opened and closed. Ass juice and saliva covered my face and Nikki’s ass. I swallowed all of it I could. The smell drove me insane. Her pussy was drenched. Her nipples were bullet hard. My cock was a fountain. Nikki finally shuddered and bucked as she came-she jammed her ass into my face-I frenziedly licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her asshole…. She finally fell. He then fitted a switch that would be tripped when his front door was opened, he checked the set up with several dummy runs, before adding the final pieces and retiring to bed.He awoke in the morning to the alarm at five, he dressed and after a coffee, he set about making the final necessary adjustments for his plan to work. After double checking all was as it should be, he kicked his front door in, breaking the lock. After wedging it closed from the inside he set the trap and left via the back.