She let it sit there for a moment, letting me feel the back of her throat, before slowly backing off until just the head was inside her mouth, then co...pletely in again, sucking all the while. It was heaven. She began moving faster and sucking as hard as she could, occasionally pulling me completely out of her mouth to suck or lick the shaft, and even began caressing my balls.“Oh god, Rachel, where did you learn this?” I moaned lightly.Stopping she looked up at me.“Tips from friends, a couple. . THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!"His hips rolled in rhythm with the pulsing of his orgasm. His left hand clutched the bed sheet next to his hip, and his right hand was curled into her hair. Then he was still, except for his heaving chest.Diana kept her lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft, moaning loudly herself as her hips undulated in rhythm to her own orgasm. She made sure to milk every last drop of pearly liquid from his softening cock.She sat up, fished his pajama bottoms. “Ohhhhh, I’m …” Then the words become stuck, and there is just enough of “I know not what” contained within that “Ohhhhh” to make me lift my head and inspect the face that gave birth to such trembling disappointment. Outside the sanctity of my booth is a near empty bar with plenty of seating. She can have her pick of the room. Sit anywhere. In fact, barring a mismatched straggle of three seasoned male drinkers who seem permanently attached to their barstools, the place is quite empty. I cock. We got home rather late. Brad and Mistress Angela went upstairs, while Sonya and I went into the basement. Sonya commanded me to towel her dry after she finished her shower. After I took my shower, she tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of my double bed, and sat on my chest. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and grinned at me."It's been a while since I've seen you, Bert. Have you missed me?"I smiled. "Yes Sonya, I've missed you."Sonya cupped her hands under her breasts. "I bet you've.