As I pulled up the driveway of the Cliveden Hotel, my jaw hit the floor. A had said it was exclusive, but this was something else. The long drive wound through the trees before the house came into view – a classical mansion of epic proportions. Picture Brideshead Revisited, Downton Abbey, that kind of thing. I drove into the main car park and felt very out of place; my car was the crappest there by at least £50,000 – much...

(See part 1 for the precursor to this story.) Without thinking, almost on autopilot, I leaned forwards, inhaling her scent in the process, and placed my lips over the bulge in her black, diaphanous panties through which the clear outline of her penis and loaded scrotum were visible. I took my time, putting feeling into it, pressing firmly before puckering a little, sucking a little of the fabric and skin into my mouth bef...