In fact time stood still as our saliva mixed, our bodies became sweaty, and our minds melted into one. It was as though we were one mind, one body, an... one soul. We shared her orgasm, my climax, and our bodily fluids. I lay there afterwards kissing her, telling her that I loved her, and trying not to pull my cock out. She didn’t want it to leave either. She clamped down on it with her vaginal muscles. When it finally shriveled up and slipped out it was clean. Her pussy had milked it dry,. Woman. She nodded assuredly. My mystery girl returned a few minutes later. “Sorry about that,” she said with eye contact and a smile. Her apology and the demeanor behind it told me two things. One, she was congenial which came as no surprise. I assumed a woman with her apparent professionalism didn’t get to where she was by being an asshole. Two, and more importantly, she was interested. “Business partner?” I took another sip and gestured toward the phone. “Long story.” “Maybe you can tell me. " I've seen better women," Sir Norman remarked. "Was there a discount offer at the brothel?" None of the women are professionals," said Oscar who kept his voice low enough that Sir Norman's female guests couldn't hear him. They were talking among themselves and wholly unabashed by their state of nakedness. "They think they're just at a different kind of party. Although they'll get something for their effort, none of it will go to an agency or pimp. There's no third party to take a slice of the. ”“Good. Now you two have to come to the next Circle party and get Bruce out in the circle with Jim.”“What do you mean – in the circle?”“Oh,” said Marie, surprised, “Sara didn’t tell you about how it works?”Linda shook her head.“Okay. It’s call the Circle group. But that’s the short name. The full name is Circle of Cuckolds. The couple that holds the parties has a huge home out in the country. Outside on the patio there’s a big circle – about 5 yards in diameter – drawn in yellow chalk. Are you.