Brennan. I’m Luca Bianchi. Harriet should have mentioned me to you.”“Yes, she did.”“Excellent. We have arranged transport for five adults an... two children. Please assemble your party in the hotel lobby by 12:10 today when we will start your tour.”“OK, ten after twelve. We’ll be there.”“Thank you, sir. Have a nice morning,” and he rang off. Luca had a definite Italian accent to match his name.They tried to enjoy themselves that morning, but it was difficult. Too many other things were going. Perhaps I was bisexual and not a full-blown homo. I was having guilty feelings.Finally, the therapist said, “Time for you to return all the favors I have done for you.”“Do you want me to eat you?” I responded.“That and more. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours,” she said.I did not have the courage to tell her I had never eaten pussy or fucked a female before, so I meekly said, “Okay.”She quickly disrobed, locked the door, and got on the massage table. Spreading her legs, she said,. While she was downing maybe eight or nine shots of whatever, my other friend and her husband decided to dance. So they left for the dance floor, stumbling a little, I observed. They were a little drunk too. I only had a glass of wine so far, because I knew if I had any more I would soon be all over Brett and his hard cock, which at the moment looked as if it really was going to pop out of his pants.He was only obvious to me, of course, partly because I was getting a little bothered myself. I. ”“We have another bedroom.”“Yea, but then she won’t see us and where would the fun in that be.” She swallowed my cock quickly and then teased the tip with her teeth. “Take your shirt off, baby. I want to see what I’m getting tonight. I hope you like eating pussy!” She stood and pulled me to my feet, in minutes we were naked. Marisol laid me down on the couch and straddled my face. “Sixty-nine was always a favorite number.”Another cry crashed down the stairs as I buried my face in Marisol’s.