Two naked handfuls she caressed and squeezed, enjoying the flickers of pleasure on his face. She swooped in, pinning down the arms that reached for he... and brushing her hard-nippled peaks back and forth over his face. “Look, don’t touch, mister,” she reproved. “It’s a ‘no hands’ policy in the Champagne Room.” “Don’t see no champagne in here, Red. And no security neither.” “True.” She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to one bullet-pointed hub, where he sucked hard. “Guess I get to fuck your. I was surprised how quick the whole thing went. Eric grabbed my head, holding me by the hair, arched his hips and came in my mouth. I looked up licking my lips."That was fun." I said a little drunkenly. Not knowing what to expect."Oh no!" my wife yelled. "You think you're gonna get away that easy. You think you can just tramp around like a little cock sucking whore, and get away with it? Eric read this." She said handing him that week's copy of 'The New Yorker'."You little girl . . . You are. Karl laughed as he looked down and held me there. An eternity later he pulled completely out of my mouth and I gulped air and coughed twice. Then he gripped my chin, faced me upward toward him and sternly told me, “Let the cock hit the back of your mouth and don’t gag. Don’t allow yourself to gag. Focus Lisa.” Then he held my head with both hands on each side and forced his cock deep into my mouth. At first I gagged, then I focused, as he’d said, and as he pulled out and began to push in,. “It happens often. We just need to wait for a short time.” It was pitch black inside the room. The girls seemed excited by the blackout and talked among themselves loudly. It sounded like a girls’ school, but I couldn’t follow anything they were saying – as soon as mother/matron left they had resumed speaking Malaysian instead of English, which they were forced to do around me for politeness at the insistence of the mother/matron. Whatever it was they were saying it sounded random and.