Mysenses were firing on all cylinders and I could smell the pleasant scentof his aftershave mingling with his natural, masculine musk. The coldsteel o... the elevator walls against my back did nothing to temper theardor of our passionate lovemaking.Leo was truly an athlete, because without looking or even using hishands, he perfectly lined up his cock with my pussy, and I screamed withpleasure as he buried his cock to the hilt with a single thrust. Fullyimpaled by his masculinity, it felt like. “Well he isn’t here so he doesn’t matter, does he?” he says seemingly without a care that she was in a relationship. “But it does mean we can’t go back to mine” Sophie replies with a cheeky smile They were stood in a quiet corner of the outside terrace and slightly out of view around a corner so he took advantage and moved close to her, pushing her against the wall gently and putting his hand between her legs “We can have fun here, I don’t care, do you?” he asked as he felt the heat between her. "Would you like a drink, if it's still there, I remember there used to be a tea-room close by." I suggested.She laughed - the same gentle, tinkly laugh I remembered - "No," she chuckled, "that's been a dry cleaners for over ten years now. The inn is still there though, and yes, they do a good afternoon tea."She was silent as we walked round the corner and down the quiet, leafy lane to the old inn. We decided that it was too nice to closet ourselves indoors so we elected to sit in a corner of. Whip`s short and thick lined the walls along with manacles, canes, and straps of varying lengths and widths. She returned to Fred carefully switching off the lights and closing the door. He asked if she had seen enough, and could they have tea now, so she returned to the pretty kitchen and put the kettle back on looking out of the rear window at the sea, stretching away grey and murky dreaming that all this was hers, and they would never have to work again. The boiling kettle brought her back.