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you for my pleasure, these are my wishes. It is that simple. But, if you aren’t happy to be part of my plans, when we get back to the UK we can go our separate ways. Obviously, I would be terribly disappointed, after all, you have enjoyed our adventures so far, and I assumed that you would be willing to meet most of my requirements in this respect.”
    Eleanor responded with the slightest of nods.
    “Strip,” Matthew instructed Angelo, “right off, all of it.”
    The lad didn’t have to be told twice, he hastily undressed, revealing a lithe, tanned, muscular body, with a larger than usual penis standing proud because he was sporting an enormous erection. His pubic hair, dark and luxurious, matched the thick, shiny curls on his head. In spite of herself, Eleanor found the Italian lad extremely attractive. Although she fancied Matthew, in fact, she wondered if she was falling in love with him, the lad was a brilliant example of supple, pleasing youth. His cock looked enormous, and he was quite a contrast to Matthew whose skin had lost tone somewhat with age. She decided that the young Italian was quite splendid. Struggling to hide her glee, she allowed her wanton nature to bubble fully to the surface now that it had finally been unleashed by servicing Matthew’s demands.
    “Go and lie on your back across the middle of the bed, Eleanor, leave everything else to me.” Matthew ordered, handing the lad a condom from the pocket of his gown.
    Eleanor reclined, stretching out horizontally on the bed. Matthew knelt at her head, holding her hands above it to immobilise her upper body while Angelo rolled the rubber onto his cock.
    “Ride her hard and rough, make her moan,” said Matthew, signalling that Angelo should mount.
    Watching Angelo clamber onto her without ceremony, holding Eleanor’s hands effortlessly in one of his, Matthew opened his dressing gown with the other to masturbate. The lad pushed himself hard into her cunt and Eleanor bucked beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Matthew knew that he wouldn’t need to hold her now, she’s a real harlot he thought, delighted that he’d got the measure of her from day one. He’d hold her down anyway because it turned him on.
    Angelo thrust into her, grabbing at her breasts, leaning down to push his tongue into her mouth. She turned her head away to avoid kissing him, but he proved himself worthy of every penny of Matthew’s money, pulling her head around, forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth. She could taste cigarettes as it probed against her own, emulating the movement of his cock inside her cunt, the dried juice sticky between them. His chin, covered in fine stubble, scratched the delicate skin of her face and her breasts as he moved downwards, greedily sucking on her nipples.
    Matthew rubbed himself ever harder as he felt his orgasm building. Holding Eleanor’s hands, he continued to pump away at his cock while Angelo pounded into her. She had started to moan, gripping her legs around the lad’s waist, raising her arse up off the bed to meet his thrusts. Her fabulous nipples erect from the attention that the lad had given them, betraying the moisture that his warm tongue had left behind. This wasn’t quite what Matthew had planned, she was enjoying the young Italian stud rather too much for his liking, letting go of her hands he stood up.
    “Get off,” he barked.
    The lad didn’t miss a beat, withdrew his cock, and scrambled off. He knew an order when he heard one.
    Matthew had left it too late; his orgasm engulfed him and he shot his load onto Eleanor’s breasts.
    “You now. In whatever way you like,” he told the lad, who indicated her mouth.
    “Open your mouth for him, Eleanor.”
    She got a hand to her cunt to masturbate, opened her mouth, and rubbing her clit, she watched the lad wank until he released an arc of cum aimed between her lips.
    “Swallow, sweetheart, there’s a good girl,” said Matthew, who had fetched his camera and