The voice was quiet, hesitant but with an attractive foreign lilt. Was she speaking to the gentleman who sent the beautiful bouquets? Yes, he said, ...nd he was thrilled that she had contacted him. His immediate fear that she might be ringing to ask him to desist was unfounded; it transpired over time that his good fortune was to have chosen a relative newcomer to the country who had formed few friendships. She was lonely and she knew she was not the only dancer hoping her career wouldn't. Her hand rubbing up and down at the base. The other hand cupping my balls and gently caressing them. Her lips every now and again running further down my shaft. Quickly bringing me to orgasm and filling her mouth with my cum. Or could he be thinking about another scenario? I'd love to get on my knees in front of her. Pull her dress up over her knees. Running my hands up her beautiful legs until I reached her knickers. Gently easing them from under her and pull them down to her ankles. Then. ”“Oh fuck yeah,” I said. I was so horny that I was afraid of shooting my wad too. Locker room porn had gotten to be a huge turn-on for me, especially considering my fetish for group sex. The idea of doing that myself—or, rather, with Chad—was almost too much for me to handle.Chad turned around and looked out the windows. The street around us was quiet and dark. Then he undid his seat belt and climbed to the back seat. “C’mere,” he said.I couldn’t respond fast enough. I got up from my. Since she wasn't responding very much and would be sedated anyway, would it help or hurt? The harried lady shrugged and said it probably couldn't hurt. As long as she didn't react violently to the sound of my voice, it might actually help. I thought that an odd statement, but I decided to try to talk to Janey during the night the next time I sat with her.That night I sat by her bed, a little closer than the night before. I started speaking very softly, hoping not to startle her, which I didn't..