He made his way to the bar and motioned to the bartender. The bartender was dressed in a short skirt and a black, belly-bearing halter top. Many of th... others sauntering around were as well. In contrast however, were her shoes. She was wearing Crocs. Never before had he seen such an oxymoron. He knew bartending/witnessing, that sort of thing was very strenuous and it wasn’t for the faint of heart, but to put it simply, it was funny. It sure put a smile on his face. ‘What can I get ya?’ ‘How. "Slave, Stacy needs your tongue in her pussy, but you may not touch yourself and I forbid you to cum until I tell you to do so." he ordered gruffly, releasing her hair.Zoe scrambled over, on hands and knees, and began wrestling with Stacy's pants, practically tearing them off in her haste while Stacy laughed delightedly.Meanwhile, James grabbed Sally by the hair and pulled her head back like he had Zoe's."For you, little slut, you need more practice sucking cock. Get to work!"Sally licked her. I want to come. The three women disappeared into the house. I stayed by the pool, sipping another beer slowly and enjoying the early evening sky. Eventually they came out to show me how they were dressed for the party. All three were dressed alike. Lyn was wearing a very short denim skirt. It had been attacked with scissors to remove a 3 wide strip of material up one side, exposing her bare thigh. On top she wore a plane white T-shirt which had also been attacked. It only just extended as far. I felt his muscles working around the head as he gobbledit down, then he locked them around it and pumped his head back andforth, running his tongue along the underside of my cock as hemasturbated the head with his throat. He pushed his face down until hislips were around the base of my cock; a hand filled itself with myballs, squeezing and pulling them as he worked his throat around mymeat. Then with a slow, jerky motion he began to pull away from me,slowly letting my cock slip out of his.