SHE DIDN'T MOVE A MUSCLE. She did sigh a little, but she acted as though nothing was happening. She was reminded of once, when strap hanging on a crowded commuter train. There was a man behind her who was pushing against her. She was a little embarrassed at his obvious approach and the fact that other passengers might notice. It was mid summer and very hot and sticky. Jackets were removed and carried under arms by most of the office workers. She was very aware of his hard member against her crease in the thin trousers of her vanilla suit. There was little between their skins. She decided to act as though she new nothing of his actions. He actually ejaculated in his trousers!
She applied the same posture on the balcony.
Anyway her lover/master hand not ordered her to move. She remained still and continued to gaze out at the river. She wondered how many sets of binoculars were on them from the apartments over on the opposite bank. Of course the silent fucking she was receiving from behind was mind blasting, and when he came, the pulsing piece of flesh inside her swelled and throbbed. He silently withdrew, and she felt the trickle of his cum running down the backs of her legs. Again the cool breeze around her bottom added to her erotic state. His cum cooled and felt heavenly as it ran from her gaping hole. She still didn't move .
Even when a second pair of hands held hers down on the balcony rail, and a second great cock entered her cum wet hole. "Bloody hell" she thought "I thought George was out!" She still played the innocent one and held her pose of total indifference while the Frenchman had himself a ball ! When he had finished and left her with even more cum draining from her, she still made no acknowledgment of the two men and their actions. T.B.C.
