I just shimmied up a couple of pipes, no fuss, no tools needed. I have a pretty good head for heights, which stands me in good stead. There was, I wil... admit, a moment of tension, when the drain pipe separated from the gutter. I really pisses me off when owners don’t bother to maintain the glorious buildings that are the proud heritage of this country. At any rate, a slightly wind-blown two minutes later and I was looking at the security fence between embassy and the building that I was on.. ”“Please WHAT?!?”“Please, fuck my slutty ass!”“You want a FAT COCK in that WELL BEATEN ASS of yours?!? Is that it?”“Yes, Mistress! PLEASE!”“Of course you do, you fucking slut...”She grabbed his hips and thrust home powerfully. The full, immense length of her bloated cum-pipe burrowed deep into his fleshy tunnel. They moaned together in mutual pleasure as her hips met his bruised ass cheeks and she bottomed out in her eager slave. His ass was the preeminent holster to her magnificent endowment.. Another rest period and a quick clean up, a glass of wine, and we were soon rolling around on the bed again, trying just about every position we could think of. Ann was incredible taking turns with us, over and over through the night. I was completely amazed that she could orgasm that many times in one evening, in the past twice in one day was the most she had ever had, but then that was not a threesome with Will, or being a bachelor party hooker. We finally fell asleep with Ann in the middle.. She gulped but said nothing. She was a young, well-dressed, dark-haired beauty with a fine, heaving chest and a strong but trembling chin. She was biting her lips. A thin kerchief was around her neck and stuffed between her full breasts."Are you his wife?" I asked and she shook her head. "His daughter?" brought another shake. 'What then?" We are affianced, to be wed," she said very quietly. She did not sound overjoyed at the prospect and looked as if she had tasted something spoiled."Are you?".