I quickly got dressed and returned to the living room to wait with her. The doorbell rang. I got up and went to answer it. Opening the door, I saw wha... she had meant; he was a hunk of a man, 30-ish, tall, bronzed from the sun, devilishly handsome and very well spoken as well. Ushering him into the living room, Bobbi-Jo got up and with a smile from ear to ear, opened her arms, threw them around his neck, raised one leg and passionately kissed him for a long while. Letting go, she stepped back. Thankfully, my own Prince Phillip tunic had what amounted to a short skirt over the crotch, which I hoped would hide my erection nicely."Ready to go?" Adrienne beamed.I simply stepped forward, took her hand, and kissed the back of it while bowing low. "You are exquisite, my Princess," I said theatrically.Adrienne just giggled and tugged me upward, pulling me to her for a chaste kiss. "Let's go."I sighed at the touch of Adrienne's lips against mine, still feeling quite horny. But this wasn't a. ‘You like this, you fucking slut, don’t you?’ I asked softly, still stroking her breasts and slipping my finger in and out of her pussy. She swallowed, and nodded with unprecedented meekness. Well, well, I thought in wonderment: the Honourable Bitch turns out to be a lesbian, and with a hidden taste for submission as well – maybe they do teach something useful at that expensive all-girls school that her daddy sends her to. (Later, she told me that about six months previously she had been. He was so damn hard. I put his cock completely down my throat, so I could actually lick his balls. I got into a wonderful rhythm, fucking his cock with my mouth. I purred as I felt him swell inside my throat. I knew he was going to cum.I rapidly increased my deep throating, fucking his cock with my mouth and starting to gag on it. I had to taste his cum. I had to have his cum deep in my throat. I wanted him to fill my mouth up and swallow the sweet taste of his sperm. Feeling the familiar stir.