”“Oh, okay. Sorry. Raymond sort of spooked me a little. I met him a few days ago, and he told me he could offer me a better job than waitress. It ...ounded promising, a job as a receptionist at a trade show. I’d even get a clothes allowance for the job. Then, when we left this morning, I found out he was full of shit. He stopped at the gas station and he ... he demanded a hummer, a blowjob.”“Jeez, what a slime ball! What did you do?”“Jumped out of his car and tried to hitch another ride. He was. She moaned, a deep groan of tension and frustration. I chuckled slightly under my breath, then gave in and kissed her properly. Our tongues writhed around each other’s, and it felt like we could not get enough of each other. We were pulling on each other’s lips with our teeth, and the noises of lust escaping from our mouths merged with the creak of the bed as she pulled against her restraints. I ground my cock up against her pussy, but every time she raised her hips to bring me closer to. "I did, and Tina extolled her love for me. We were oozing oxytocin – the love hormone – out of every pore. So were Stacy and Mike. The whole scene was so erotic I thought I'd explode. We changed positions several times, and then I couldn't hold off any further. I filled Tina's body with all the man juice I could muster.Mike and Stacy were fucking by then right next to us, and I listened to the expressions of love they said to each other as well. I tested for jealousy, and once or twice I had to. "Not like that," Hope giggled. "Black heels, the higher the better." Then with a blush deepening, "Uh, could you, uh ... like lose those clothes and put on matching thongs, or G-string panties? Enough to cover yourselves, but no more – if you have them," she finished in a rush, her face now approaching cherry red.Sandra and Bobby looked at each other, their matching grins becoming bigger by the second. "Oh, do we have them," Bobby laughed.Sandra grabbed Bobby's hand. "Come on. Art's gonna have.