I beckon for him and me to take you to some velvet cushions in a corner. We walk between bodies, buried so intimately, moans and breathy cries pervade...the room, as do hard spurting shafts delivering their hot seed. We place you down forcefully, your bottom sinking into the plush velvet. But then you beckon for us to both lie down, which we do obligingly. You sit astride us in turn, rubbing your moistness across our expectant shafts, and place a mask on us both. A jug of oil is just within. It was a subtle movement, but I’d noticed it a few times now and I could tell that something about the anticipation of my fingers being so close (yet so far?) to his private parts just made him crazy. His penis stretched his briefs a clear half inch or so as I dragged my fingers across his stomach and then lightly scratched with my nails as I moved my hand back the other direction. ‘You are a good girl. Daddy loves his Janie. Does Janie love Daddy?’ I kissed him again, letting my tongue find. She smiled at Sarah and glanced up to ask mehow old she was. I saw that her eyes were a deep green, a shade I'd neverseen before. "Six months, her name is Sarah." My voice sounded strange tome and I wondered if I was catching a summer cold.The redhead grinned and said, "My name is Sara - without an `h'. YourSarah is very pretty." So are you!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I found myselfwondering why I'd said that. It was true of course, but still....She blushed and said,. She had heard of a student in her school who had a special gift. He was the son of an immigrant Roma Gypsy family from someplace in Europe. His name was Roman Davidoff..... He was a strong, big boned boy, 19 and a half years old and hung like a horse. The crotch of his jeans was always so tightly stretched over his huge package. Close proximity to him awakened the dormant desire in her to seduce and fornicate with a much younger man. The second time she invited him to her office to read her.