I booked into Prestonfield House, a very beautiful, and wildly expensive hotel in Edinburgh, and made sure that not only had they put a bottle of chil...ed champagne on ice in the room, but I'd paid them to get their florist, Maxwell Flowers, to make a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the room too. The blooms were perfect, just emerging, and their scent filled the suite with their erotic charge.I'd also arranged with the staff that we would only be disturbed if I made a certain phone call, and. ’ ‘Adrian, you are getting tougher by the day.’ I kissed her forehead and said, ‘It’s like this, Anne. For whatever different reasons, we are a team now. I’m the only male, so it is my job to look out for the rest of you. I was at my fiercest this morning and I think it impressed him. He said he would consult with his superiors and get back to me soon.’ ‘And you and I are here because you suspect they will try an end around through me? Use the connection through my father?’ ‘If you were they…?’. Bent over her back to grasp her swinging breasts, he was just beginning to pump his cock in full strokes when with gasping groans she urged him to stop, telling him it hurt. Unsurprised, if she hadn’t had any anal action in over a year, he withdrew immediately. Still bent over her with his hands on her breasts, he lowered his hips, shuffling closer to her, his cock nosing blindly between her thighs until it lodged in her open cunt. Thrusting back into her, her groans of anguish changed to moans. Using our pussies to earn money would be less chancy than robbing a bank. I don’t think I’d have a problem letting some guy screw me for ten minutes if I got a hundred dollars for doing it. I’m betting some of dad’s friends would pay to have a shot at me. Or you. Or both of us.” Irene stared at me speechless for a few seconds, her mouth hung open in shock, she took a deep breath, “You’re talking about crawling into bed with guys our fathers’ age, how would that be, I mean how many men in their.