I had not been told his name, only that he was a wealthy academic from Europe. Dave, my editor, suggested that I dress nicely – apparently the Riva ...s a ritzy place. Oh, and trust me, it is! I may be a journalist, but I was treated as royalty – it helps that I have a by-line and I used to be food reviewer. As I walked in the door (ten minutes early), the maitre ‘d appeared at my shoulder and asked if I had a reservation, calling me by name. ‘Yes, I do. I’m here with, uhm…’ ‘I understand. We. The firmness and perky nipples were all her's (and God's) and I concluded this all in the first thirty seconds of our meeting.I'm a product of my conditioning and my mother's words were etched into my forebrain. "William, when you are talking to a woman, do not look down her dress. Wait until she's talking to someone else." I suspect the second part of that admonition may have been my own addendum. So I waited a few moments until she was engaged with Ann and then let my eyes fall to the rest of. ..” Mmm! Mmmph! “on a cock...” Mmm! Mmmph! “and it’s a black cock...” Mmm! Mmmph! “and I am so…” Mmm! Mmmph! “turned on right now” Mmm! Mmmph! “and I really like it” Mmm! Mmmph! “I’m enjoying this” Mmm! Mmmph! “too much to stop.”So I watch Karma for a few minutes and left her to do her thing with James. I went and sucked on the other 3 guys to keep them hard. After about 10 minutes I heard James say he was going to cum. I stop and go back over to Karma and tell her to keep sucking him until he. ‘Yes,’ I purred when feeling one finger then another slide inside. I rocked back and forth as his fingers fucked me. ‘God,’ I moaned. Although I loved the feel of his fingers, I wanted, needed more. ‘Please, Darrel. Please fuck me,’ I begged. He stood me up, holding my body against his, pressing his body hard against my back. ‘You want me to fuck you?’ he whispered in my ear, squeezing my forearms tight as he held me there. ‘Huh, is that what you want?’ ‘Yes,’ I breathed, wanting his dick so.