What I didnt see was her taking Treys load because I think at the same time I was doing my best not to let any of Charles load drip from my lips as he...had just shot most of it down my throat. We all pretty much just laid there exhausted. After a little while Charles was first to rise from the bed saying he had to take a piss. I saw him looking at Sherry with a smile on his face as he walked by. When he walked back into the room he looked at me and said" you arent being much of a hostess... come. I must apologize, madam for not previously introducing myself as the newcomer next door.’ HIs voice was a pussy vibrator, a rich base, modulated and cultured. He sounded like a radio announcer, she thought of the mellifluous Abba Eban, once Israeli U.N. Ambassador, cultured English without accent. The tones of his words flowed over Lauren and warmed her stomach and groin as though she had tossed back a shot of cognac. She was irked by the way her body betrayed her. The thug, he knew it too, she. Claire cupped her hand in front of it to get more lubricant and then stroked him a bit faster.“Oh, Earl!” Claire exclaimed. “Such a pretty doggy-dick you have!” She licked her lips. “You are going to make some bitch really happy with that fat cock.”Claire knew it was risky, but she had to have a taste. “Are you going to let mommy have a taste of that sweet-doggy-dick, Earl? Pretty please? Bitch-Blow-Job, Earl? Wanna Bitch-Blow-Job?” Without waiting for an answer, Claire sat down next to Earl. When she turned, there was Raul; her swimsuit under one arm her clothes rolled and tucked under the other. The shoestrings of her boots were tied together and the pair slung over his shoulder. He was barefoot and standing ankle deep in the water; holding a large terrycloth towel out between his two outstretched hands.She wasn't sure how to take it. Did he consider himself a lower paid servant offering innocent assistance to his employer? Was he a stalker; a lecher, leering at her nakedness? In.