''It's a very professional operation, ' she said calmly, picking up her bag. It was oversized, half-way between an expanding briefcase and a carryall,...and she slung it over her shoulder as she led me back to the lobby. She was wearing a silk business suit and matching shoes, and her hair bounced as she walked. Even from behind she looked expensive.'Let's walk up the middle, ' she said, 'and I'll sort myself out in one of the dark bits.' I hadn't a clue what she meant, but we crossed the road. Now came the moment. “Dickie, feel me, feel my cunt see how wet I am” “Oh God Rachel…Hellfire!! What’s this!!” “This is what is going to fuck your ass Dickie, feel it, feel how it’s hard, nearly as hard as you. It’s going to slide deep into you and you’re going to love it. But first you need to lube it up, come on Dick rub the oil in and stroke me, just like you stroke yourself ”. Dicks face crumpled, and for a moment I felt sorry for him, but then I remembered how much misery he had. "God yeah it feels sooo good."Donna concentrated on expertly sucking the long fuck-pole. As she slurped away, Brad admired how his pink dick contrasted with Donna's dark, caramel skin color.He rubbed her long black hair, moaning and groaning with appreciation as Donna caressed his heavy balls."Oh god, this is the best BJ I've ever had," he muttered to Jim. "I can't believe a girl this young can suck cock like this." Mine is pretty world-class over here," Jim replied, as he caressed Debby's long. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only make things worse? Could I just deny it outright, or was that tantamount to calling her ugly or, even worse, a freak? This was a verbal minefield she'd dropped me in to. I decided I had to 'fess up, honesty had to be the best policy here, surely. "Er, yes?" I stammered, intoning it almost as a question. "Sorry..." I trailed off and looked at my shoes. "Don't apologise.".