They looked up as they heard the clicking of her heels across the tile floors. When they turned around their jaws kind hung open. They remained silent...until she said "Hi Guys" and they stumbled out their hellos. It's funny how clothing works. She wore a less at the pool but the dress and heels were just so sexy."Do you guys want a beer?" she said repeating the same question I asked them minutes before. They were both a little flustered and Josh was visibly blushing. They said something along. We stopped going and we stopped caring. It was like getting fifty-two hours of your life back every year.”“So, are you game?” he asked.“If you are.”“Oh, I sure am. If you don’t mind, I’ll go whiz. Do you need to?”“I was up earlier.”“I’ll be right back.”Jeff stepped from Chelsea’s bathroom. “Loo’s ready for the next customer,” he said.“I’m good,” she replied, “unless you think I need...”“A rectal rinse? You should be okay from last night.” Jeff joined her in her bed. He sat up against her. Confused? Masturbate. Working on a painting and I’m stuck? Go lay down on the couch and masturbate to orgasm. Not today. Today is about denying your orgasm, retaining your semen and energizing your spirit.”When I entered the main room there were seven nude men sitting in the lotus postition on cushions casually chatting.As I found my place on an empty cushion, Griffith, also in the buff, joined us. His penis was small. Tiny even. The first exercise of the day was to go around the room and talk. I heard rustling and my blindfold was removed. There standing before me was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Jennifer was standing in front of me with a strap on. It had to have an eight inch dildo in it. I was salivating which was good because she walked in front of me and practically shoved it down my throat.“Eat my cock you whore,” Jennifer shouted, grabbing my hair and forcing the dildo down my throat.I gagged several times before I got used to the dildo sliding into my throat. Just as.