“Open your fucking mouth.”I did as was told, unsure of what he was about to do. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small white handk...rchief. “This will help to keep you from alerting the others in the building to what the fuck is going on in here.” He proceeded to stuff the handkerchief into my mouth in an attempt to gag me. I could feel my spit pooling into my mouth and soaking the foreign object.“Undress. Everything. And when you are done, I want you to kneel.” He turned away. Laying back, he closed his eyes, savouring the smell of jasmine, mimosa and rose, and the other plants perfume. He heard Terry move then settle back onto the bed chair. He glanced over toward her; she had removed the dress and was now in a yellow lace bra and thong. One leg was raised, whilst her arms were over her head her hands gripping the back of the bed chair, her eyes still closed. The action of her arms had pushed her breasts up so they struggled to keep in the confines of her bra.He. YOUR TURN!!!When he slipped back through those wooden gates into his own safe haven that particular Saturday night nothing was different for Ron. An especially wonderful exhibition by the couple next door was followed by a slow fuck from his own wife who had once again had her flames stoked from her own fingers.Life was good. Tomorrow was Sunday. Golf!!At three in the afternoon the following day, after he threw his golf clubs into the trunk of his car, he was surprised to open his door and find. "A case of Scotch?" A bet!" Willie grinned, gulping straight whiskey and wiping the dribblings from his chin with the back of his free hand.Mavis slipped away from them, suddenly wondering where Ben Glover, the grayish, haggard man with the lecherous eves, was. A chill shivered through her. He must still be about. He was the one she would have to avoid encountering: he wanted her! His eyes, earlier had, unmistakably, told her that!Lights in the dining room had been doused but there was a table.