In all honesty, neither of the men was there for Tina's pleasure so much as their own. It was still what Tina wanted when the fair-haired one told her...to kneel down, on the hard, rough concrete floor of the multi-story car park.Tina managed to keep the hem of her dress from under her knees, and the cock in her mouth, as she got down on all fours, and felt her dress lifted to give clear access to her wet snatch. She was eager to have it filled with hot, pulsating meat, and even to feel her knees. I pulled Nicole into the bedroom, demanded an explanation. She started to tear up because she knew I was angry. She knelt on the ground like we had established she do when explaining things and asking for forgiveness. She explained to me she brought the girls over as presents for me. We had brought other women into the bedroom before but she usually asked me in advance. I was still a little pissed because this wasn't how I wanted to spend the day with her but I was looking forward to having my. A fucking gorgeous piece of ass. Gene broke out into laughter as I closed the door. I looked back frightened and confused. “Why you little slut,” he continued to laugh through his words. His expression turned grave as he realized what was covering my body. “What are you wearing? Come here. Turn around model this for me.” I walked to the center of the room and slowly turned in a circle. I didn’t care. I was ready for any punishment he could come up with. I thought. “Mmmm….well I see your trying. ”“Do I scare you, Mr Bianchi? Are you afraid my sexuality might expose yours, or are you just attracted to me?”The dew between them suddenly seemed uproarious. Felt like he inhaled tension he couldn’t function through. Every second hung on a precipice he’d never encountered, like a seductive life unlived on the edge of the stranger’s lips. “Mr Cohen—“ Henri’s protest was engulfed by movement. Clint’s face to his. Softness and warmth on his mouth. Hands on his jaw. Hard dick pressed.