I lowered myself down again, this time I went ¾ of the way down when Mark began to push my head down farther."There you go, take that cock all the wa...."I was gaging again, Mark just egged me on."Let it out, don't stop."My eyes were watering as I felt his dick sliding down the back of my throat. I came back up to his purple head; I was slobbering all over his dick. I looked down at his balls; they were wet with my spit. I immediately went to work on his big sack. I pulled each ball into my. Three minutes later I’m enjoying a gifted bottle and shooting the shit with him as we watch the sun sink towards the horizon. ‘So tell me,’ I say, helping my third glass vanish, ‘how do you manage to get all the supplies for something like this? How do you even learn how to do it? It seems like…shit…ninety bottles of wine? Is your apartment inexplicably bigger than mine, because I wouldn’t know where to put that kind of volume.’ ‘Actually, I do this with a friend of mine. He’s a dentist, has a. As a joke one day I suggested that she put on a little show for me one day, a show that nobody else could see and that wouldn't seem suspicious to anyone else.To my surprise she jumped at the idea and immediately came up with an idea: that we should both be at a certain bus stop at a certain time and that she would flash at me while nobody else was there.She asked me what she should wear and I said definitely she should wear black stockings with high heels and no panties, then she could put on. She, too, was naked and, as she came into view, you recognized her as one of the painted women from the masquerade. There, she had been painted in yellow. Mr. Black informed you that her name was Abigail. Marcus stepped behind Abigail, and she back against him and, again, the platform slowly rotated in one revolution.Classical music began, and Marcus and Abigail began to dance. He pulled her to him, and she pressed her body to his, looking up into his eyes before spinning away in a ballet.