” We went over to the pool. Pamela took off her tank top revealing the most perfect pair of tits. They must have cost a fortune. She lowered her sho...ts, revealing a waxed pussy, and was now totally naked. “Could I use your toilet, please?” asked Ryan. I took him into the house and showed him to it. He had on a tank top and Lycra shorts. It was true. The bulge was impressive. He looked about equal to me in strength, nice biceps, good legs, but, sadly, I couldn’t compete with him in the genital. “Yes, Sir,” Elaine responded, this time more quickly, trying to keep up with him. “Remember it’s symbolic. It’s a ‘statement of intent’ rather than a bona fide contract.” “I understand Sir,” Elaine sent. “I mean, thank you. I don’t have any issues with it. I like it and I’d be happy to sign it.” “If?” he asked, leaving the word hanging. “…If I was sure ‘the lifestyle’ was right for me.” Sometimes she felt certain, while at other times she questioned whether she could. The third man put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me forward, until his hard thick cock was touching my slutty red lips. I opened my mouth and he just roughly shoved his cock forward, filling my mouth with that warm and hard piece of meat.Other guys were now standing behind my seat and I could feel their hands snaking around me; mauling my tits. My cunt was being explored by several fingers.Then a huge black man came and pushed them all aside. He grabbed my arms and pulled me to my. "Hi Emma" Hi Ian"It's a strange feeling. I'm 40, yet I'm like a teenager wondering how to rob a kiss at the nicest girl in school."I think there is a dozen butterflies in my stomach, dear Swedish girl".Her smile broadens."I feel like a mouse who wants to hide in its hole. I did not expect such a big cat !"We laugh. I take her hands in mine. They're soft, yet strong."Shall I invite you someplace for lunch ?" My dear french gentleman, it'll be my pleasure to make you discover my hang outs in.