“Call me Mistress Ali!”, she demanded“Oh please Mistress Ali, please make me cum. I need to cum. I need to cum now! Please! Please! Oh fuck...please make my cock shoot.” I was thrashing as hard against my restraints. It felt to me like my cock was a foot long. Every beat of my heart caused it pulse. It was red, sore, and very sensitive.Ali again wrapped both hands around my cock. She began to stroke it faster and faster. “Cum for me now, Jack. I want to see how far you can shoot.” . This angry Evan was fucking hot. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth to take him. Without any teasing or playing he shoved his cock in my mouth. He treated me like a whore he had paid money for. The only sounds in the room for a few long minutes were his grunts and my sloppy slurping as I gobbled his cock down my throat. I gripped him firmly and teased the head of it with my tongue. It was literally dripping with my spit. Evan liked sloppy cock sucking. I spat on his cock and he jammed it. She was apparently on a bit of a hair trigger at the moment.For the next forty-five minutes or so, we cycled through the three classic male-female positions: missionary, cowgirl and doggy-style. (Well, I can't speak for the rest of the world, but they're MY three classic positions.)I used all of my tricks and skills to make her come while keeping myself from doing the same. Since I knew I had sufficient recovery time before my next rendezvous, when I was ready to finish up, I let myself orgasm,. As soon as we sat down, Sarah squealed to me saying how she loved fancy dress. It then hit me that Ann had never said what the theme was.When I asked, Gerry explained again how each year's theme is chosen randomly from a hat, and this year was to be ‘Tarts and Vicars!’After a brief silence, I asked where the nearest fancy dress shop was, but Ann intervened, saying that they could sort us both out easily.“Are you sure?” Sarah asked.“Of course, it’s a wonderful idea, Ann. There, it’s sorted,”.