Now's as good a time as any!" Yes... yes... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Ron!" she twisted her neck and cried back at him.Outside the door Ella...gasped as she heard me unmistakable evidence that Ron Cassidy and Arlene Pickering were the couple she'd been listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she would have crept away from the awful intimacy going on in there if it had not been for Erick's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and she feared that struggling would. "What are you doing?" you say. "Be quiet and don't move or you will flood the place" I reply.I start fingering your pussy. Oh no I shouldn't you protest. I replace my fingers with my tongue. This quickly changes your mind."Oh god that feels good" you say. You pussy is soaking wet. You push your pussy deep into my face. I tongue your pussy until you have an orgasm. "Oh fuck me" you tell me. "I need to feed your cock". I ram my dick up your pussy building up a steady rhythm. I can hear you. "Are you here alone?" "Yes," I replied. "I'm on vacation." No no no! On vacation and all alone, this is not good!" Her facial expression was a bit theatrical, but having a gorgeous mature woman fuss over me was actually pretty nice."No, but you know. Haven't find anyone yet." Oh but you can't come to Paris and not have an orgasm!"I was slightly taken aback by her frankness, but though 'french' to my self."Ha ha," I managed if slightly embarrassed. "I can manage I suspect."She smiled at me.. She reached to her shoulders and adjusted the straps slightly toprovide her with greater comfort. She slid on her matching panties,careful to not allow the fabric to get caught in the delicate lock of herchastity cage, snapped the waistline into place, and looked at thereflection in the mirror. Aside from the bump in her panties, there wasno indication that she was anything other than a young, mid-20s woman.Granted, while her breasts were unmistakably female, her waist and hipswere just now.