If I was thinking, I would have donesomething else." Paul looked like he was going to sulk, or maybe cry.Tom quickly continued, hoping this time he w...uld get through. "Becauseneither of us want to get caught with you being my roommate and wearingthat stuff. Because nobody would understand that you, and by extensionme, are not gay. See?" Tom nodded in what someone else would havecalled sympathetic magic, or perhaps linguo-kinetic manipulation. A little intake of breath from Paul told. He pulled her back against him instead of turning her around and started kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands moved over the front of her body. Enjoying his exploration of her body, she leaned back into his solid warmth and could feel him hard and pressed against her through the towel. “Do you know how bad I have wanted to do this?” he whispered into her ear. “But, you never... you pretend you don’t care...” she stuttered out as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts. He turned. I could guess a few. She was jealous that her Mistress was being pleasured by another slave that she had only just met. She was slightly put out by the humiliation of being refused by me and at the same time scared of my promise about the future. Her public nakedness was something totally new to her and she was finding that hard to handle on top of everything else.Meanwhile Alice was becoming more and more excited and her moans grew even louder.“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” she cried out quite. Her mouth was hot, very hot but soft and wet as she sucked me briefly. And then she sprang to her feet and grabbing my hand pulled me into the bedroom. Of course I followed, all thought of eggs banished from my mind. She sat open-legged on the edge of the bed, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me to her mouth. My hands fell naturally to her soft brown hair. I closed my eyes. I could feel her tongue gliding over me. I could feel fingertips rolling my balls. I opened my eyes.