Chapter 2945 A Train & A Naked Pussy:>Ep27
- Back to room 229, back down the wide carpeted stairs, thighs tight shut, thrice fucked Eleanor passing no less than five men as she went from the third to the second floor. Men coming up towards her, men glancing up at her long bare legs, hopefully not seeing further up into the coat. They would have no idea, but might have thoughts. She did not look back, did not turn to see if any of them had turned to look at her descending form, to catch her shape, wonder what her young bottom looked like.
- At Mr Myford's door, Eleanor knocked and went in. Mr Myford had said he would leave the door unlocked in case he fell asleep. And he had! There he was in his single bed, glasses perched on his nose -- but so was his book. It had just fallen as he had dropped off to sleep. Seemingly it had not given him a real 'whack' on the nose -- the advantage of a paperback over a hardback. It was 'The Strode Venturer' by Hammond Innes. Carefully she lifted the book; should she remove the glasses; should she then just go to bed in the other single bed? Certainly, she was feeling tired, what with having just orgasmed twice and 'serviced' three gentlemen. But would Mr Myford be sad he had missed the opportunity? Should she wake him? Eleanor let the coat fall to the floor. How should she wake him. What would be really sexual?
- Drawing the bedclothes slowly down did not seem to wake Mr Myford. Down they went over his hairy chest and his not inconsiderable stomach. And there it was, his penis, all soft and resting on its mass of black curls, pointing over to the side. As much at rest as the gentleman himself. When turgid, she knew, it was quite a thing. Not long but thick with a wide oversailing knob which went all deep purple. Peeking out of its foreskin, it was just pink for now. If she popped it in her mouth, would it expand, and would that wake Mr Myford?