We only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped o...f the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in the palm of my hand and lubed up the head of my cock."Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" you said in a half-strangled voice. "No." I said, and your eyes bulged. ?What?!? you yell through the closed door. ?Sorry sir, there is an electrical problem on this floor, we need to check the outlets.? With a tired sigh you open the door and turn away, intending to find your pants. Suddenly a leg snakes out and trips you to the floor! Stunned, you lie there a moment, meanwhile your intruder jumps on your back and pulls your hands behind you, tying them together with plastic restraints. Disoriented you try to throw them off your back, but they have turned around. I roll my eyes at the clumsiness, though Jimmy can’t see that from where he’s sitting. He finds my slit, and immediately tries to jab into me, fortunately aiming lower than my clit but still gouging painfully past my outer lip. I manage to turn my wince into a gasp, mentally promising payback, before saying, breathily:“Not so hard, Jimmy. Start gentle. Move up a bit and stroke my clit”Jimmy manages to locate the little button in the folds of my pussy, and starts brushing at it with strokes. In seconds they were almost entirely undressed. He bent down to kiss the swell of her breasts above her bra and then back to her mouth. She could feel his arousal as his cock stood erect and pushed against her belly. Their underwear was soon on the floor and they moved toward the bed limbs entangled. They fell on to the bed and he allowed her to move over and make herself comfortable before climbing over her. Stacey’s arms were above her head and Jean-Pierre held her hands there as he kissed.