Darren Will Sit and Listen Downstairs.

Darren paused and considered that, on the one hand he was the one booked, and it might be for Martine's safety and comfort that he remains there, on the other hand his presence might also mean she doesn't fully enjoy the experience of being watched or having to focus on two people in the room, it might also be, he reasoned that he might enjoy it but on the other hand it may be as it's a new experience be something he doesn't, or worse...she might and he might not. Truly the changing dynamic was something that had to be explored seriously.

I guess that's why she's sat us down and not jumped straight on Martine, have to admit I'm glad she's professional at this.

In the end, adjusting himself from his left to right buttock on the couch he pursed his lips in consideration and decided:

"I think it would be good for it to be your two first, but on the other hand I want you to both be comfortable knowing that I'm still nearby, so I'll head downstairs and give the two of you your privacy"

With that he remained sat there, Isadora rose up from her seat and approaching Martine put her hand in hers and led her upstairs.

"No problem Senor, I completely understand." She said as she departed with his girlfriend in tow upstairs.

For a brief amount of time Darren sat alone with his thoughts...

Soon...soon that massive thing will be....well...I...I wanted this, we discussed it and so did Martine, I've no problem with it but, to physically see my girl like that might be a bit too much of an overload, I guess....I appreciate how gentle and professional Isadora is.

Minutes later he was brought out of his reverie by the sound above of something clinking and jangling, and then...

*THUD*

Did....did something hit the floor?

Then it hit him with a sudden realization...

Buckle! A Belt Buckle! Isadora was wearing a belt buckle!

The idea of now that Isadora was standing in the room above, their bedroom, with her pants around her ankles raised some interesting thoughts to come unbidden to the surface of his mind.

What is she doing? Is she preparing to get on the bed? Is she getting a blowie from Martine? Or is she once again standing triumphantly and showing off the goods? Oof that ass of hers, I can see why people call her 'Coffee Butt'

His internal monologue was again interrupted by a creaking of the bed, followed shortly by another one and then for a time....the lightest of creaks, sparkled with occasional high pitched giggles and the sound of fabric moving.

They must have just got on the bed and now indulging in their foreplay, surely she wouldn't have plunged it in so quick? No...those weren't the sounds of sex...not yet at least.

He rubbed his eyes and sighed, even not in the room the anticipation, he noted had made him rock hard, he could only remain there, listening for more....