?I asked you a question slut,? he said. Patricia could see the anger in his eyes.?I did,? she said, letting out a weak cry of embarrassment afterward.... Shawn grabbed her tits and firmly massaged them. The whipped skin hurt beneath his grasp.?And how many orgasms did we just give you,? he asked.?T?two,? Patricia replied shamefully. ?That’s right, two. And we could’ve kept going, or not given you any at all. Do you understand that?? He asked her again. Patricia cried as she knew he was. "Now the pants" I motioned to him. His face was looking down as he unzipped and began to pull them down. A pair of thin, silk encased thighs materialized. He turned, allowing me to focus on his curvaceous cheeks. A silk peach cord ran between them. When he turned and faced me his cock was rigid and straining against the g-string. His nipples were erect, pressing at the soft fabric. His cock was very large; at least eight inches long and thick, a really nice fuck-pole. "Play with your cock. ‎I saw the five foot ten inch, or so male enter the room. At least he didn’t sashay in, I thought. He wasn’t so much feminine as just too damn clean looking.‎‎”Good morning Mr Rollins.” he said.‎‎”Good morning Porter,” I answered coolly.‎I watched as he poured himself a cup of coffee. The coffee had been a little cool when I poured mine, I was sure it was pretty awful by Porter’s time. The coffee sitting on the hot plate might be drinkable by 3PM, I thought.‎Porter shuffled paper for a while. My reaction was to pull back but she wouldn't let me, she just pulled me harder into her, grinding herself into me, her teddy was complete open now and I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, she then reached her hand to the front of my sweat pants and rubbed my dick. She then looked into my eyes and asked if I had ever been with a girl before, barely able to get out the words, I replied know. She asked if I was uncomfortable, I wasn't sure what to say I knew my cock felt like it was.