I had missed her face between my legs. I mean some guys can eat pussy; but another woman knows just where to poke and lick with her tongue. I had a l...ttle mini orgasm as she licked at my pussy.“HEY!” “You two started without me,” John yelled out as he walked into the room naked but for a towel wrapped around his waist.I raised my head as I smiled at him. John smiled back as he whipped his towel off his waist showing his hard throbbing cock standing at attention. I scooped one of mine own boobs. In the mirrors, I could see my arse-hole, high, vulnerable and inviting, on full view to the audience as it filed directly towards it, and then dispersed to take up seats.Firstly, the in-house guests were my "tormentors". My bottom was spanked by hand, sandshoe, hairbrush, etc. It was penetrated by cock, strap-on, dildo, carrot. My cock was bitten, slapped, bound tight, penetrated with a variety of "sounds", both professional ones, and improvised. It was adorned with clothes pegs, paper clips. . Dinner that night had been a quick affair of Imo’s Pizza and something I’d never even heard of before coming to St. Louis, toasted ravioli. Imo’s was a local chain that, despite my misgivings, was surprisingly good. And holy shit, were toasted ravioli awesome! It also paired pretty well with the wine we were having as I introduced Sumin to the joy that is A Christmas Story. It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. As much as I like the movie, I watch it every year without fail for the end. Their was only a discreet bump where they should have been. They were having an argument, two left, looking defeated, while two of the three left began to brawl. The last one looked disinterested, his stance was one of nonchalance, giving me a good view of his very perfect body. His hair was long and shiny, and reached has lower back, even clipped. His tail twitched in an agitated motion, the only sign of any impatience, and his buff arms were crossed over a well-defined chest and stomach. He.