I thought I was going to get lucky tonight.Maybe half an hour later I and Cathy were sitting at a table when Chris and Irene came to us."We are going ...o my place", Irene said. I thought that, wow, she is really going to do it."Ok, have fun", Cathy said."But hey, are you coming with us?", Chris asked.Irene looked a bit worried about that idea."No, we can spend some time here and then go to Cathys or my place", I said."Yeah, come on", Chris insisted."Well, what do you think?", Cathy said looking. But Kara told me that you’ve made quite a few girls wait to be absolutely sure that they wanted it. Most Lotharios don’t have your scruples.”“Uhm, isn’t that word used for someone who is unscrupulous? So if I’m not, then the word doesn’t apply.”“I should have known better,” she laughed. “I take it you’ve read Don Quixote?”“Yes, but in English. My Spanish was never good enough. My friend Melanie read it in Spanish in a literature class at Ohio State.”“Don’t you think that however many the number. What I didn't expect was that when he finished, she went down on me. I sucked him hard again, and after a very nice climax, thank you, from his wife, and I'd returned the favor by licking his come out of her, he mounted up again. He lasted longer, he should, it was his third time in a couple of hours, and he pulled out to come on his wife's boobs and face.The thing about sex is that you can lose yourself in the physical sensation of the moment. I did, and after I recovered, and declined to. Squeezing slowly, but very tightly, the professor gradually cut off Jonathan's breath, while still manipulating Jonathan's cock ever so softly. As the slave's face became redder and redder and his eyes began to protrude more and more, the professor leaned in and spoke: "You really are the most disgusting piece of slave meat I have ever had the misfortune of seeing." Jonathan's breath was now a weak sputter as the professor continued: "Maybe I should just off you right here and now. Save myself.