The door was closed, we were alone once more, drinking in the excitement of what was to come. Paul lifted his head to hear for noise from the rooms upstairs. Faintly, I thought I could hear Amy crying. If he heard it, he wasn't bothered. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, my nipples erect and hard, my pussy getting wetter by the second. 'See what I have to put up with?' He asked, smirking. 'Now. What are we going to do wi...