She would say I was going to try to stick me in the wrong hole. I was not, I swear, but she just kept up talking about it. Never would I do that.” �...�Well, Shy, my silly timid friend, she was asking for it.” “Nooooo ... can’t be.” “Oh really. Think about it. Why at all otherwise would she keep bringing it up? Really?”“Huh? O-o-o-o-h.” I gave that some thought before I pushed in her butt plug we’d been playing with and she put the cock ring on me and poured us some more wine.“You know, we. I buried my face between her boobs and pressed both of them over my face and pulling at her nipples. I pulled down her trousers, making her stark naked. “Lock the door first, handsome,” she commanded. I went and locked the door from inside.I pulled out my rock hard cock and came to her fondling it. She had one of the sexiest hands and feet I had ever seen. She had shapely pink feet with red veins visible as a beautiful pattern. Her beautifully pedicured toes were painted deep pink. Her soft. I continued to pump into her, filling her pussy with my cum, and as I did, another orgasm rippled through her body. After a few minutes, where we just held each other in silence, I rolled off, my semi-hard cock, audibly popping out of her, leaving a thread of cum across her thigh. A rested on an elbow, looking at my latest lover. She (as I) was covered in sweat, her skin glistening and radiant. She smiled, looking happy and content. “Thank you, that was wonderful. I haven’t felt like that for. ” she giggled.“No, you’re not. You’re enjoying this.” I answered.“Yea, I am.” she laughed.It was amusing to see how differently I was treated at the party, after they found out what I did for a living. I had beautiful women come up to me and just strike up a conversation, no reservations what so ever. Every time I seemed to look over at Alexis for help, she was giggling at me. The rest of the night was pretty much routine, we decided to leave somewhere around eleven thirty. On the ride home, I.