Looks like we'll have to do it the other way." Dawn said, with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Why don't you get down on your knees and clean your ...ess up. When you're done with that you can just keep going until I tell you to stop." This was definitely a new one by me. But I was still game for whatever came next. I got down on my knees behind Dawn and began licking her slit, lapping up a mixture of our juices. I then licked up her crack, cleaning every last drop that I had spilled. I didn't. My robe had come open and pre-cum was still glistening on the tip of my not quite flaccid cock. I covered up. She got up, sauntered over to stand beside me with a feral grin on her face. She grabbed the lapels of my robe, yanked it open, then held it there while her greedy eyes drank in my nudity and the viscous ooze from my meatus.“You filthy wanker!” she said in her gorgeous north London accent. I snatched my robe back but modesty seemed pointless. She straightened up but kept staring down at. Pattyclosed her eyes not wanting to know what would happen next. Herlips felt the sensation of Janet as Janet began to kiss her. Patty held hermouth shut refusing to give in. Janet pulled away and Patty felt a sharp painon her cheek as Janet slapped her hard and was immediately rewarded by theredness raised on her face. Janet said, ?You fucking little bitch, you areabout to learn never to refuse me anything. You?ll fucking kiss me or I?ll cutyour lips off. Patty started to tremble but gave. Everyone stares; old guys’ jaws drop, wives and girlfriends grab their men’s arms staking their claims against the predator in their midst, and a few women lick their lips as they measure her up and down. She scopes a spot at the bar I move just an inch preventing someone else from taking the space next to me: I guess she notices my well worn FDNY t-shirt (the real deal from my ‘house’ and not some knock off a poser would wear) she heads in my direction. I step back to where I was before and.