He tried a door around back, it was locked, he took out a credit card and slid it between the jamb and the door and eased it between the mechanism, ge...tly pushing the door open and sliding inside.He got his bearings in the dark and moved towards the sound of the television, careful not to bump anything and peering around corners to see if she was there. He heard her talk, giggling like a child as he saw her reflection in a mirror, she was lying on the bed, on the phone with someone. Her. Finally Nikita heard the music upstairs stop, and the banal farewells followed by the opening and closing of the door that implied everyone was leaving and the party was over. After what seemed like an age, the closet opened, and Max stepped in. He was naked, and his erect member was ready for action. “I hope you had a fun party, Nikita. I think you sucked about 25 cocks tonight. What a filthy bitch you are,” Max gripped Nikita’s neck with his thick hands and shoved his cock straight down her. I try to turn my head to examine what you’ve placed on me, but you keep me facing you, that mischievous smirk reaching your smoldering eyes again. I remember jokingly pointing out handcuffs on a particularly handsome cop this evening after dinner, saying how I wouldn’t mind being restrained by him. You chuckle as I start to ask, interrupting my question with more kisses, more rubs up and down my body by your huge hands. I can feel myself soaking the thin cloth between my legs. I’m imagining how. With Harriet, discussing intimate matters that might feel awkwardand intrusive if spoken about with others, became like coming home."Look at that guy over there with the plaited beard" she had whisperedwith a little giggle. "Respect due!" she half joked "I haven't seenanything like that since the guys that my granddad used to play musicwith. Actually," she added, taking a good look around "he used to play inplaces a lot like this. My mum used to bring me to his gigs when I was alittle girl.