To taste her, feel her with my fingers and tongue, while she did the same to me, down there... The music played on. To stop or not to stop, that was t...e excruciating decision ... I could let myself go over the edge, perhaps in her mouth, which I still found exceedingly exciting ... She’d do it, for sure, since after all she’d said ‘anything’ ... But then again, there was something to riding the crest of the wave for a while.“Slow down,” I gasped, even as I felt her warm mouth envelop me. . Linda begged. I apologize for snooping I was just curious. Maria told her to shut up that she wasn’t done talking. No I am absolutely going to do what I just said if you don’t choose option number two which is you become the sex slave for me and my husband Robert. You see by our playroom that we live in a particular lifestyle we are very sexual and we have a small circle of exclusive friends from the area that we entertain usually about twice a month. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory and. Higgins, out."Potter was just starting back down the ladder when Bixby screamed a warning. Something the size of an overgrown sea gull was diving at Potter's head from the rear. Bixby's stock went up a bit in my book when she let off a round of buckshot at the "bird" and managed to knock it out of the air. At least, she did her job and did not panic, though that scream may have had a little panic hidden in its depths.The bird dropped to the ground practically at my feet, and I had my first look. I popped another beer and we shared it and she slowly began to regain her strength.“Who’s the sleepy one now?” I teased. “I thought you wanted my dick and here you are exhausted and we haven't even got that far yet.”“You played me, old man, acting like your dick didn’t work. I shouldn’t let you fuck me; I should let you go to bed and play with yourself like the lonely old fuck you are!” she said feigning embarrassment. As she was talking she reached down and grabbed my cock and pulled me close.