Jake McKnight was 45 years old, married to a stay-at-home drunk wench named Karen. Sex She had only a few hours of opportunity to make the arrangements and she needed to do it in her room, where it was quiet. Amy pointed to the right and Jake pushed her down that hallway. Amy handled all the arrangements. His cock was harder than it had been in years. As Jake watched Amy he formulated a plan, to get her alone, to get her to see that her cock-teasing ways were getting her into trouble. “You are tight aren’t you?” Maybe she wasn’t such a slut. He pushed her dress up with his hands. Amy felt this hard cock against her back and gasped again. Did he leave them in the elevator? He parted her lips with his fingers and found her clit. Amy continued her futile attempt to get up and Jake held her down roughly. “Amy, this is Jake,” he said. He grabbed at her tits and pinched her nipples hard. With only a couple of days left in London, Jake suggested to Amy that they attend the hotel’s masquerade ball. Jake pulled his hand out of her pussy and used both hands to pull the dress away from Amy’s breasts.
