..I gently reached over after seeing Ken's h..and put my hand ot he back of my friend's wife head...and drew her to my cock. He obediently opened up a...d took my cock..asKen and I looked at each other...our wives sucking another guy. I am not sure what was hotter...seeing Ellen suck a bigger cock or Sara sucking mine. Ellen looked out of the side of her eyes at me a,s she reached up and took Ken's balls and increased her movement on his cock.. We each encouraged the girls...and I told Ellen to. He moaned and I felt him pull away and his mouth meet with mine. Nick moved down my body slowly. He kissed my neck again, and nibbled on my earlobe. He kissed each of my nipples, and dragged the tip of his tongue down the center of my stomach. He stopped just above the line where my pubic hair would start (if I had any!), and blew on the trail he just made with his tongue, causing my nipples to stand erect. He licked down the insides of both of my thighs and poked his tongue between my pussy. ‘Because it just sort of… happened. I have a confession to make to both of you. Elvis ran here to Boston with his wife, and Gretchen and I followed them. We’ve been here looking for them for almost a week.’ Lisa’s mouth dropped open and she made an indignant noise. ‘Why didn’t you call us? We could have helped you find him!’ ‘That’s why I didn’t call you,’ I admitted. ‘You two had enough on your plates without me disrupting you. I’m sorry.’ Lisa shook me a little. ‘I’m not happy with that. Over the next week I studied their movements and found that there were social classes, depending where you were meant you could only go on certain streets and could get more pay. I figured that I would become a mid-level whore, so I wouldn't have to be dealing in such horrible streets nor would I want to go too high or I might see people that I know. The following days I became a whore and started using this new 'bate' as I liked to think of it. I would quickly lure my meal from the street.