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Mr Peacock

... had placed both hands round her throat to restrict her air flow which caused her to buck and surrender to my hard cock, we fucked a torrid passionate fuck before collapsing exhausted and sweating in each other's arms. I nervously licked my lips and glanced at the bedside clock. Her eyes were on mine and she knew something was different.. Something was happening. "Whats going on ? ' she said calmly her eyes locked onto mine. 'I have a surprise' I stammered not feeling terribly confident about how this was going to work out. Fantasies are wonderful things when fuelled by hormones and adrenaline but in the cold light of day you sometimes find yourself wondering if you are quite sane. Her eyes widened but i could see her nipples had just hardened. 'What the fuck Richard.... What have you done ?' She hissed in her half angry half excited tone. As if on cue and In answer to her question there was a loud knock on the door from the cast iron door knocker. 'I must get that' I said but then remembered she wasn't fully ready. She was naked apart from her usual stockings and suspenders and a black silk scarf tied around her neck. I reached to the dressing table behind me and retrieved a black eyeshade the sort you get on a long haul flight. She resisted and tried to bury her head back deeper into the pillow her mouth screaming a volley of questions, 'what the fuck have you done ? Who the fuck is that downstairs ? Have you gone mad ? Tell me what's happening ?' I whispered in her ear to ...

... be calm and that everything would be fine, she stopped resisting but her breathing was laboured clearly scared and excited. Lifting her head slightly I put it on her and pulled it down over her eyes. The calm stopped and a further string of obscenities spat from her lips and her legs thrashed wildly on the bed as I hurried down the stairs. My hand was shaking as I opened the door, 'Hi Roger come on in' Roger walked into the kitchen and removed his tweed flat cap and heavy overcoat. He took off his glasses which were fogged from coming in from the cold damp February air and cleaned them with a check handkerchief. He looked sideways at me..'is she ready ?' He said calmly. I was surprised at his confidence, I was clearly more nervous than he. 'Er yes, yes Roger .. Upstairs' I pointed to the stairway as if needing to reinforce where upstairs was. He gestured with one hand for me to lead on and we made our way up the old wooden stairs. Whilst she would not have been able to hear the conversation downstairs I knew she would hear two bodies coming up the wooden stairs and my heart pounded with excitement at the thought of her laying there powerless. We entered the room and she was laying still, the bed sheets rucked and crumpled around her evident of her earlier frenzy. I looked at Roger and his eyes were greedily taking in her naked form. He had clearly spent the night fantasising about H from the photos and here she was in her glory laid out for him. I could see a bulge appear in ...