She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pass--and I feel a small prick of guilt for having violated her privacy. Then again, she must know, ...hey all must know, that the hotel where I'm staying overlooks their windows from barely 20-feet across the courtyard. Even without Marie's room number, I would have found her just by following the trail of notes from her cello through the labyrinth of impossibly dark and narrow corridors. She plays an old rock melody--Springsteen's "Jungle. But it wasn't illegal for me to be there and it wasn't illegal for me to watch her through a periscope on public property. Even if she called the cops, they had nothing to hold me on. She'd destroyed the only crime scene she could claim I was involved with when she moved all those boxes outside. They might try to hassle me, but it wouldn't go anywhere. Even if I wasn't licensed in Ohio, I still had the right to be where I was, doing what I was doing. Besides, I was fairly sure she wanted me to. “Now close your mouth and swallow!” Miss Bolton commanded. Swallowing, I felt the sticky cum slide down my throat and was pleased to note that it did not taste too bad after all, a little salty and metallic, but not as bad as I had expected. Spoon by spoon, my sticky semen was fed to me until the ramekin was almost empty, at which point I was ordered to lick it clean.“Excellent” said Miss Bolton as she placed the ramekin and spoon on the table, “now that wasn’t so bad was it”.“No Mistress,. Peter, meanwhile, was lying on the bunk bed enjoying watching Dave make love to 'their' fiancé. This was something both men enjoyed, not being jealous of each other. They delighted in sharing her between them; it really gave them great pleasure, not only voyeuristic pleasure, but also the knowledge that they both enjoyed Jill's love.Furthermore, Jill always ensured that she cried out loudly when she experienced an orgasm so that her other fiancé could get pleasure from what she was experiencing.