My hard cock was straight up and he moved his hand up to where it was bulging my jeans and stroked me through the material. I reached up and felt betw...en his legs and he was clearly aroused as well. At that moment the conductor knocked and quickly entered the compartment. Our hands went back to ourselves but our furtive movements and guilty looks and the fact we were sitting next to each other let the conductor clearly understand what had been happening. I felt my cheeks redden.He checked our. "You justdrink out of it? That's too easy. How come they're not using it? Amagical flask would be most . . . useful here." It doesn't work," said one of the Bacchae in a tipsy voice. "We'vetried it. You put wine in it. It's just a pitcher." Shhh," said another, just as inebriated. "Don't blaspheme. That wasmade by Bacchus."Cornelius nudged me. "Now what?" Hold this," I said, handing him the amphora, which he took as ifhandling a live lion cub. I fished into my tunic for the bottle. “That is twice you have gone down on me, and both times it has been fantastic.”Cathy sat on her towel next to me, and took my erect prick in her hand. She started to stroke it gently, and then rubbed her fingers around the head. There were already some drops of pre-come there, and she rubbed that around the head. Then, she leant over, and with the tip of her tongue, licked the head. The sensations were so powerful, so intense, I groaned out loud.“Do you like that?” she asked. “It didn’t hurt,. And Paul, a died in the wool cuckold, would become the quintessentially obedient cuck slave. Although Paul had lifestyle experience, Susan did not. However, Susan had a very keen sexual imagination. The best Paul had ever encountered. Susan was not a raving beautiful and she was the first to admit. She was a full breasted, curvy, highly sensual seductress. With a voracious appetite for providing oral pleasure and no gag reflex whatsoever. Thus, nobody ever kicked her out of bed for eating.