He lightly brushed her stomach with his fingertips and kissed it again, making her giggle harder and said “Ticklish, huh? I’ll have to remember th...t.” A moan escaped her lips as he continued to kiss her belly and lightly tease her skin with his tongue as his hands took hold of the top of her jeans and very slowly pushed them down to her ankles, revealing her black lace panties and creamy thighs. He helped her lift each foot and get her shoes and pants off, tossing them to the floor. She bit. “Nice,” I respond. “I don’t care if you’re fucking, sucking, hand jobbing, being fucked, being sucked, being hand jobbed or anything else. If you feel like you’re getting ready to cum, cum see me. It’s important. This is for art! Jo, Sonia, do you girls think you can help me enforce this?”The women nod, but look puzzled. “It’s only the first time,” I add. Once the men have had that first ejaculation, I’m sure they’ll be capable of a couple more loads each. They’re free to use those as. You did like our first course, right?" Well, I guess I couldn't help it, it had been an awfully long time since I'd had a man. I'm only human, after all. But, to sleep in your bed and all the rest, that's just, oh, I don't know."He stood up and took my hand. "Come on, I'll give you some more convincing," and he led me down the hall to their bedroom. I knew what was coming and could feel that old, familiar warm feeling between my thighs that I hadn't had in so many years.He pulled me onto the. At first sight it was an imposing structure, a fusion of dark carved woods and burnished metal in an old-world Mediterranean style. As he circled it, he studied her from every angle. Her thin wrists were stretched above her head, bound by two feet of cord secured to a grille of metal bars at the headboard. A tangle of brown hair framed her face, one eye hidden behind sweat-soaked strands that clung to her forehead and cheek. Her open lips waited, red and full, poised, ready at the next instant.