She led me by my cock and pulled me out to the landing.The door to the room opposite was open. Celine, a petite blonde school teacher was straddling h...r husband on the bed. She was wearing her glasses with her hair pulled back behind her ears. Her pale skin, thin body, and small breasts were encased in a red silk night dress, the fine string had fallen from one of her shoulders, revealing a hard nipple. Beneath her, Mike, her husband, a large black man, very muscular from working in the steel. "Please, no more. I can't take this, I can't,please don't." There was a hesitation. I closed my eyes again. Icouldn't do anything but wait and breathe. Movement startled me, Ilooked to my side, I saw the half-moon depression on the bed slowly riseup as the weight pushing it down eased. When the bed frame stoppedcreaking, I waited a few seconds, then slowly moved my hand to the area,ran my palm across the sheet. There was no residual heat there, only aslight damp which was probably from my. If she was “throwing me in at the deep end” so to speak, I was more than happy to keep going and show them I can play along. Her continuing pressure had now forced the helmet of Suzanne's clit to the back of my mouth. With her excitement she was freely leaking lubricant and it washed across my flicking tongue, over my taste buds then down my throat. I heard a muffled cry of,“Oooohhhh my goddddd !!”,from Suzanne when she realised for the first time where she was. I looked up into her eyes and. ‘So it is!’ she answered and laughed. With that the conversation turned to the upcoming meeting. As we talked I couldn’t help looking at her legs. Her tee-shirt had slid quite a way up her thighs as she’d put her feet up. I lost track of the conversation a little as I wondered about what she was wearing underneath it. ‘Well?’ I heard. ‘What do you think?’ I looked at her confusedly having no idea what she was talking about having been so deep in thought. She giggled at my confusion and said.