The glasses were sparkling clean, no surprise there. One of the sinks was filled with ice and the necks of American craft beers were poking up.The fir...t guest to walk through the door was Warren Hardmore. He strode confidently over to me, smiled, and asked for a glass of ice water.Gulp.Since Hardmore didn’t know me, had never seen me, I decided not to faint.Next in — Martin Folsom, our host. The two men nodded politely, didn’t shake hands. Folsom murmured quietly, “Nice work in. Already mine was hard, seeing her I was out of control.She: yaruda (Who is that?)Me: Renu, and I smiled,She: Naaye romba valiyatha. Towel iruku paru, eduthu kattikittu kathava thora. (Don’t get excited. Take the towel and wear it and then open the door)I, without thinking, opened the door and pulled her inside. She was stunned to see us naked.She: Engala disturb pandrathe un velaya pochu. (Disturbing us has become your job.)Renu was speechless, froze seeing us in that condition. I jolted her. "I wanna suck it again." By then, I was leaning back against my red coupe, and my right hand was a jackhammer.His mouth creased into a cruel smile. "Now suck yourself." What? Suck myself? My own dick? I can't do that." Yeah, you can. Do it!"I never tried to bend over that tightly, but what the hell, the master has commanded. His alternatives to a traffic ticket so far were real turn-ons, so I slowly bent over.At first, I couldn't get my mouth close enough to touch my own cock, but I kept. A morsel in, a clit caressed. A sip, a juicy stroke of spreading orchid lips. A bite taken, a pinch, a pull, a pulsing touch. As Kathryn eats a leisurely meal, her fingers continue playing across Claire's wet, burning sex with utter dexterity, starting and stopping and starting again, bringing her to the very edge, but always refusing to let her fall into the abyss.Claire struggles, tries her best to go on eating, but soon her hands, her arms, her body, her mind simply refuse to obey,.