...."I'm immediately excited, but have no idea who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I co...pose a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but moments later, my pocket buzzes again.I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full. “You will attend me, Julia,” he said. “Yes, Master,” she sounded almost grateful, he thought. He sank back into the foamy, scented water (it was just the right temperature) and Julia soaped him slowly and thoroughly all over. Often her soft breasts brushed against his face and chest. Julia paid special attention to his genitals and he found himself getting a partial erection. He pushed Julia’s tending hand away. Ten minutes later, dried and powdered by Julia, Quentin was relaxing in an armchair. "Jo?" Hm-m-m?" Johanna asked, as her cheek rested against the roughness of his shirt. She was enjoying being this close to him and did not want it to end."Kiss me." What?" She sat up, putting some distance between them."Wait," he said, putting his hands out and bringing them in toward her, until he had his hands on her upper arms. Jack slid his hands up until they are on the sides of Johanna's neck. A few inches higher, and he was holding her face. "Now, kiss me."He guided her face toward him. They all looked so happy, flashing me looks or grins as they writhed, pleasure flooding through their bodies. Philosophers claim that everything humans do is about sex.And that was definitely true for the bimbos. They had embraced it. They loved it. Their bodies craved hard dicks reaming their assholes and pussies, to guzzle load after load of cum, or to just lick and lap and nuzzle at another woman's cunt. It didn't matter to them. They were so honest about their desires.It was.