With other females in the room, this has always meant that the wife or girlfriend finishes the job, so to speak. For Greg however, it meant something ...uch different. I pulled the vibrator I had been searching for out of the drawer. It was unusually slim, with just a tiny curve on the tip, designed for men. As Greg watched with worried eyes, I dripped a little bit of lube down the sides, turning it. "Are you ready for this? Do you want to please me by taking this little rod in your little ass?". I told her to swallow it and get is cleaned up, which she eagerly did. I reminded her not to forget about my balls and as she sucking my sack between her lips I said that it had dripped into my ass as well. I love the feeling of her tongue darting in and out of my asshole. After a good while of Mouth Whore sucking and rimming me I ask if she felt that she had done enough to deserve to be fucked. She answered “Oh yes Daddy please fuck this horny whore, I’ll do anything you ask if you will fuck. I looked over my shoulder and saw her housemate, Anna, standing in the doorway. I froze. We both stared at her for a minute. “Enjoying the show,” I finally asked, breaking the tense silence. “Actually I am,” Anna replied. “Do you two mind if I watch?” I looked at Brenda. She shrugged. She was leaving the decision up to me. I thought about it for a minute. “Sure, why not.” I returned my attention to Brenda and started slowly thrusting again. The idea of someone watching was definitely hot. I. And ‘DAAAAHHHLLING’ to somebody you’ve never met before... But ... there was an element of truth here – I found I WAS missing Mel almost as soon as she was out of my sight.Whenever I’ve missed Max, it’s been more along the lines of ‘did I remember to fill his water dish?’ or ‘he better be chewing the dog bone rather than the table leg!’With Mel, it’s: ’damn, I WISH I could have stayed with her!’I would have just loved to have called in to work that morning and been with Mel, just to hold her.