I sat in a coffee shop across the road and watched her arrive, trundling her case in through the front door. I gave her time to check in."Meet you for...a drink?" I texted. "7:30 in the bar?" Fine," she came back. "CU. Sounds tame though!!"I looked at my watch. It was only five. I had plenty of time to pick up some things. I flagged down a cab. "Brewer Street," I said. I knew a few places in Soho where I might get what I wanted.I got back to the hotel just after half past seven. Kelly was sure to. Slowly I parted her labia which stretched a bit showing the pinkness of her insides, then I started pushing faster and harder and soon I was at a nice pace and her pussy was stretched to the limit and her face was contorted in both pain and ultimate satisfaction. She was so wet and I just wanted her soooo much I started fucking harder, and the harder I fucked her the harder the contraption dug into my own pussy and rubbed my clit and made me hornier… And then he was behind me, he had never. I said to her, “I bet you'd like to fuck him? Wouldn’t you?” “You are crazy! I could be his mother for goodness sakes,” my wife said back. I began to push her into wanting to admit that she had wanted him to fuck her. I slid my hand down into my wife’s shorts as she said, “What are you doing?” Her pussy was moist as she glared out the window down at Alex who had stopped to pick something up in the yard. He had bent over right before my wife’s eyes as I slowly began to rub my finger across. Meanwhile, Talia left our table and dropped off our order, eager to get us our burgers and fries, not to mention our drinks, but also well aware that she wanted to talk to us again. Of course, some of the other patrons started to get a little jealous that she paid so much attention to us, but, hey, she was in survival and submissive mode at once. She wanted to find her sponsor, and it was only a question of time before she did. If they were sponsors and they wanted her, they’d need to act.