I had seen him move it from his company SUV.From that bag he removed an instrument of some kind. He ran it along the walls. He stopped at the light sw...tch. He held his finger to his lips demanding silence. Funny how all that good, alcohol induced, lightheartedness disappeared. The Brit was all business, and I fell right into it as well.Both the light switch in the main room and the kitchen had microphone. They would be the easiest place to hide a microphone for sure."Damn Brit you spilled that. I feel like I can entwine my soul with yours when we explore like this with our mouths and tongues. Eventually, the kiss will break, as you have somewhere else you need to attend to. I shave my legs so your hands will glide unencumbered along their length, lightly massaging the muscle with your palm and sides of your fingers the way you do. I shave my creases, inside and out, carefully, and trim the hair that frames them, making you a gorgeous little present you will enjoy unwrapping with your. They arrived back from the pub at just after 11pm and to say they were a little worse for wear would be an understatement. The boy was asleep on the sofa and I was sat in the chair watching TV. I was wearing my peach silk nightie and dressing gown. I got up and made them both a drink and returned to my chair after.Rob sat on the other chair and Chris sat on the floor between us. He had been there about 15 minutes when he started to stroke my ankle and as I didn’t stop him he moved his hand. He was exuding pre-cum something awful, my butt hole and his cock was making all types of wet slurping sounds as Jerome sexed my anus. Tears flowing from my eyes, I could only make whimpering sounds like a love sick puppy seeking it's master. Jerome had worked his forearms and hands up under my body and had me in a prone full nelson. Both his hands clasped behind my head keeping me from scooting away from his savage penis as it sunk deeper and deeper into my bowels. With each thrust of Jerome.