But Quentin had long stopped caring about what the Quentins he lived in might think. After all, they weren’t always that kind to him. He had several...times suffered venereal diseases, war wounds, and even an uncomfortably generous waistline that had been bequeathed on him for the moment of his residency. “Are you sure?” Quentin asked. Most women he’d spoken to on this matter (almost always women and almost always when, as now, he was vaguely tipsy sitting on a bar stool) would ask “What you on?”. I think by now, the cold, hard floor on his back was more uncomfortable than the thought of drinking his warm spunk, so he obeyed and I released him. He screwed up his face in disgust and shook his head. "You can let him go now, Amanda," I said finally. "Carla, get your face out of his arse and clean your boyfriend again. He is a fucking mess."On all fours, like a cat, she cleaned him and Amanda sat watching. I ended the session with a warning. "Right, now that is a taster of what you filthy. ’ leapt at you like a warning sign above a sex shop. Two words came from Mandy’s lips. ‘Turn around.’ Again both turned in unison. The skin damage was all across her back and both cheeks of her ass. Again Mandy’s voice pierced the air. ‘Bend over and place your hands around your ankles.’ Mandy did as Laurel did as though rehearsed. The three piercings became obvious to me. The need to be sick was only outweighed by the need to hurt someone called Mike, it was Mandy’s voice that was once again. “You better get a towel from the bathroom.”When he returned, she took her panties all the way off and flipped them on his face. He deeply breathed in her scent and watched intently how she circled the area at the top of her pussy. He could hear her making faint moans in her throat. He slowed down stroking his dick knowing he might cum at any moment.With great trepidation as to what she would do, he reached over and gently let his fingers slide up and down the beautiful pink gash. He was.