As Chrissie leaned over to place Monica's order on the table, Vicky twitched Monica's blouse aside for one breath of time, then put it back. Chrissie ...roze in place, her eyes locked on Monica's face. Her breath stopped. For her part, Monica couldn't move, could barely breathe. This was not a kiss. This was not sweet Brenda. This was an experienced young woman with hungry eyes and Monica's breast has just been displayed for her for what could only be Chrissie's arousal. Another breath of time. I climbed into bed with him and gave him another big hug and more kisses then I could count. I found myself kissing him all the way down his chest, to his stomach, and down to his thick huge awaiting cock...man I forgot just how huge that was also lol. mmmmm I attempted to place my lips around it but it wasn't happening. I got it slippery and wet slowly letting my saliva drip down his cock. I gave it a good slippery hand test then I slowly took his head then the shaft deep into my mouth. It. I was the one working, you know, sucking you off.” “I know. I could feel Tom fucking you while you did that. But afterwards, I mean you made me fuck her while she sucked Tom.” “I made you?” “Yes, you did. You were giving the orders.” “I know. But wasn’t it hot for you watching me sit on his face while you fucked her.” “Of course it was. You know I love to watch you come. But all that excitement; that arousal; it just wears me out. I mean, what time did we finish, two in the morning?” “Something. I also bought films with some of the spunk queens from my magazines in them – Miss Terry Graham, Miss Donna Marlowe, later Miss Gina, and how lovely to stand in front of the wall I projected the film onto, erect in my underpants, watching the film, calling Her name, chanting pervy words of worship, till She made me pump spunk through my underpants and onto the floor. Eventually the projector gave up the ghost but before that, when I moved back to London, I was a frequent visitor to Soho and I.