In moments, I was full to the point of bursting. I couldn’t tell it the member that filled me was a tentacle or a cock, but I didn’t care. All tha... mattered was that my pussy was on fire and I could feel an orgasm growing within me.My arousal literally exploded when the member began darting in and out of me. It moved with such speed I was unable to tell when it was in and when it was out. It felt like one continued penetration and I would not have wanted it any other way. However, there was. The large well behaved poodle stood at his side attentively waiting for his next move. The women stopped and smiled. Nina nodded subtly. He stepped towards them and the poodle followed. Nina complimented his dog in French and he heard her foreign accent. He asked in English, Are you new to Toulon? The told him they were and he offered to show them a favorite bistro and bar. The went back down the side street to a quiet sidewalk cafe and sat outside. The man went inside to speak with the owner. "That's okay. I want to taste your cum," she said, taking hold of my cock again. She squeezed the shaft at the base, then slid her hand toward the head. As she was doing so, she put her tounge underneath, the tip just touching the cleft on the bottom of my cockhead. A large flood of precum ran out of the slit, and right onto her tounge. "That tatses so good," she cooed, as she slowly swallowed the precum. "I've never seen a guy drip so much."She looked back up at me and smiled very slyly. "Do. You’re late.” Jack said bluntly.Sloane’s eyes focused a bit more. Jack was sitting in a chair in the corner of the play room, a beer bottle in his hand. He had a presence that filled the room and for a moment Sloane pictured him as a king sitting on his throne.“I did my best, Sir.” Sloane replied, suddenly feeling shy.“Best. Huh.” Jack snickered. Sloane watched as he drank from his bottle and eyed her up and down. He was silent for a long time and Sloane began to shift her weight nervously.“I.