"Maybe, Tyler. It's just so soon." "There isn't any secret why I invited you to lunch today, Sandy, so there is no need for you to play hard to get. T...at's so high school. We both want to get laid." Sandy was upset by the high school reference but after she calmed down, she said, "I get your point. Maybe I did come here to be with you for more than lunch." "Good," he said and got up from the table and walked over to the reception desk. He was back shortly and said, "We're in room 254. After. . I just REALLY wish you were here."She grinned and told me how sweet I was. God, she was beautiful. I reminded myself that I really was a lucky bastard to have a woman like her in my life.Then the building's electricity went out.No lights, no computer, and no way to charge my cell phone's dead battery. But worst of all? No air-conditioning. It was the middle of summer, and the temperature in my apartment quickly rose to over 100 degrees.Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how you look at it—our. Mixed feelings if pain and pleasure fill my body. He starts to gain speed, hearing his big balls clap against mine. With each thrust, I let out a small moan. I didn't notice, but the first guy comes up on the bed, and puts his huge cock in my mouth. I don't know how to fit it all in my mouth, but he shoves his cock in, hitting the back if my throat. The both of them start to fuck my holes in unison, my jaw hurting and cramping from holding it so wide. The guy fucking my ass pulls out and talks. “I was just thinking that you’re a pretty good organizer. I appreciate that about you.”“Merci, ma beau,” Clara responded reverting back to her native French for a moment. She smiled warmly at me, looking up into my face and then suddenly she frowned.“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly, wondering what had changed her mood.“Tell me something, Cheri,” Clara began hesitantly. “I know you are not gay because I have seen you look at Gabby and at me when we are getting ready for bed, and I do remember.