‘No’, he said, ‘I don’t have any more in me. I just… I just…’ He couldn’t focus. She was stroking the length of his shaft, while tongu...ng the tip, totally focused on giving him pleasure. He sighed, and lay back, just enjoying the sensation. He slowly started building up firmness again, but there was no rush. She seem determined to handle him for however long it took. He reached one hand out to caress her warm softness, but just this once, he accepted the wondrous gift she was giving him. He. One time he brought two rugby mates home; all three of them fucked me for hours.After that we met up with an older married couple he pretended was his old employer and his wife treating him to a meal and night out to discuss a business venture).I ended up getting drunk while being literally fucked by both of them (Strap on dildo) I found out the truth weeks later, they were just a couple answering his advert in a contact magazine, but I fucked her with the dildo too, a first time for me.Finally. She liked to get me going, but if I let my hands wander she'd slap them and hiss "Not here".So when we were on the way home I suggested that we weren't there any more, and that I'd sure like to see what those nice soft breasts she'd been pressing against me all night looked like. I don't think she was expecting me to be that bold, but I had a new-found confidence that came from the look of gratitude in my sister's eyes as her pussy milked my cock of its manly load.Anyhow, she muttered and made. “Come on, don’t be shy. We’ll do the interview by the pool, if you don’t mind.”“Yes, Miss Eden,” he responds. “That will be fine.”“Please, call me Beatrix,” she insists. “There is no sense for formalities and all the jazz. Say, can I get you something to drink?”The temptation to ask for something exotic and expensive is there, but Townsend resolves to keep this interview as professional as possible. He is already flat-footed by the casual setting. He shakes his head. “I’m alright for now.”“If.