Helen’s invitation
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Helen’s invitationHelen picked up of the door mat in the morning and walked into the lounge with it. She flicked through the envelopes and was suprised to see one addressed to her personally that was handwritten. She passed the others to her husband Ian and sat down and opened her one. She was susprised as she read it – To My Dear Cum SlutYou are to go the Marriott Hotel in Peterborough next friday at 2.30pm and go to room 224 where you will experience an afternoon of depravity and sexual pleasure that you haven’t experienced before.Don’t be late.Your MasterShe was shocked as she read it again. Suddenly Ian asked, ‘who’s the letter from?’Almost feeling herself blush she replied, ‘oh one of the other nurses I used to work with, she wants us to meet up for lunch and and a chat.”When samsun escort is it, are you going?’ he asked.’On friday, not sure, if I’ll go, though,’ Helen replied.She put the letter in her pocket. She sat there thinking about it. It didn’t say who it was from but she was sure it must be from either Rob or Jack who she had had some fun with a few weeks ago. As it was also the same room and same hotel as that meeting she was sure it was one of them. But she was unsure if she would go. She admitted that she had a wonderful sexy and kinky time with them and in fact the more she remembered about it the more aroused she got.She needed to check who it was, she messaged Rob on fetlife and waited for him to reply. In reality she hoped it was both Rob and antalya escort Jack. After a few hours Rob still hadn’t replied so she emailed him – again no reply. She was now getting worried, what if it was neither of them and it was someone at the hotel who knew what they did last time. She was desperate to meet them. When she thought back she realised that was the last time she had had a cock inside her.Friday was getting closer and she was really undecided what to do. If it was Rob or Jack she was going, if it was someone else she wasn’t.On Thursday evening Ian had asked her whether she was going to meet her old friend. She said she was.On Friday she woke up early feeling very horny, her pussy was soaking wet just thinking about what might ankara escort happen. She just pottered around for the morning, then showered and got ready. She couldn’t believ how wet she was and really hoped she was going to meet Rob or Jack.She had to dress sensibly as Ian needed to think she was metting her friend. She only put a little make up on.She left the house with plenty of time to spare and drove the few miles to the hotel. As she walked into the hotel lobby she was almost trembling – either with sexual excitement or fear – she wasn’t sure what it was.She looked at her watch and realised the was 10 minutes early.She went to the ladies and took her knickers off and put them in her handbag. She could smell her cunt juices. She stood in front of the mirror and put some heavy, slutty red lipstick on.She walked out towards the room shaking with fear or excitement, She found the door and stood in front of it. She was shaking, she hesitated before knocking on the door. She saw an eye looking at her through the peep hole – and then the door opened. . . To be continued.
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