I was the designer. I knew exactly what shade of paint were on each wall, what style flooring, where the chrome tap fittings had come from. I also ord...red all the kinkiness that was upstairs from the lube cupboard to the fluffy hand cuffs in the zebra themed playroom. I would come back to driftwood under bags and I would insist that I had to try them out on someone. Pete always offered. And I never turned him down. A couple of times we would have been having slow sex in one of the playrooms. Our lips pressed together, a smile on both of our faces as we kissed. My hands were tucked behind him. His hands wandered, exploring my body. Eventually, he slid his hand into my panties, and let a finger explore my ass.I rubbed my pussy and clit on his hard cock. Both of us had clothes on our lower half, but he was large enough to turn me on even through the clothes.He helped me remove his boxers. I grabbed his hard cock, stroking it in my hands. I smiled at him while I stroked him. I laid. "She held on to me, keeping her tits mashed against my chest. "Well, your s!ster is my closest friend... You must have noticed how she gets about you?" I guess..." I answered. She had a point."But she's not here right now," Melissa purred.She leaned in for another long, wet kiss."Meet me later," she whispered. "In my room. After everyone has left."Melissa looked at me with a mischievous smile. "I'll be waiting for you in my bed. Just sneak in, and leave the lights off." Um, alright."She winked. Two weeks later Ernesto and several of his henchmen raided a quiet house in a respectable street. Out of deference to the neighbours, whom they did not want to disturb unduly, they used silenced revolvers to execute the guards who resisted them and were soon in the bedroom of the man himself, where they found him naked beside his current mistress, a former high-class call girl from Paris who had become his full-time companion after he had addicted her to crack cocaine. Quickly overcoming the.