Yes you filthy bastard. Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" I shouted at him and then he came as I came, and I felt his hot spunk shoot against the top of my...cervix as he ruthlessly drove his cock up me.No sooner had my orgasm subsided and my stud climbed off when I realized the ropes holding my arms and legs apart were being loosened. I was pulled to the side as a mound of pillows was arranged in the middle of the bed and I was lifted face down onto them with my bottom raised in the air. I was tied. I realised that I had a similar need so went to the Gents, but I was back in my seat before she returned. When I heard the door open, I looked up at her, and was momentarily taken aback by her appearance, it had changed, but how? Then it dawned on me that her breasts no longer stood out quite so prominently; obviously she had removed her bra.I was about to offer Cheryl another glass of wine, when she held her hand out to me and tugged me to my feet when I reached to hold it. She moved towards. We were both a sweaty, screaming, groaning and spasm-ing mess of naked flesh, sweat and juice. It was utter, mind-blowing carnality. After what seemed like an eternity of shaking and twitching, blackness ensued. Our senses had been over stimulated and it involuntarily shut down. We both passed out for a few minutes. As I came to, I found Sam lying motionless in my arms, still astraddle of me, and I lay slumped in my seat, pants still around my ankle. A passerby would have thought that. ‘Aren’t you hungry yet?’ Sasha inquired after our fifth or sixth demonstration. ‘Well, now that you mention it, I am!’ ‘So, let’s grab a little picnic and head upstairs to my patio.’ ‘Oh-oh, you know what happened the last time we were there.’ ‘Don’t you ever think I will forget it, sweetheart, but I’m afraid we’ll have to behave ourselves, there’s bound to people around today.’ Too bad! We walked to the building that housed the café for the visitors. Sasha went through a back door. ‘Wait.