Listening to the sounds of fingers squishing in pussies awash in juices and sucking sounds as lips moved towards the clits that were swollen with need...was having its affect on me. My dick was starting to swell as I watched. I knew I would be taken care of later so I continued to watch as my two ladies took things to the next level.Liz was moving three fingers in and out of Ellen's sopping pussy. I could see the juices as they ran down to disappear into the crack of her ass. Ellen was doing the. A black eye. She was hiding a black eye. Someone--a customer, pimp--had clocked her a good one and left a bruise. That's why she was on the streets, and why Steven hadn't seen her before. She wouldn't be able to see her usual clients--rich business types, probably--like that, but the punters here wouldn't care.Steven was so proud of his deductive prowess he stopped paying close attention to his surroundings. His foot nudged against a discarded beer bottle and knocked it over with a clatter that. Let me see your ears”, she demanded.On the left, he wore an ear-ring studded with a green gem, certifying his aptitude for service: massage, laundry, foot hygiene, and every male skill. On his right, a red gem noted he had passed the three tests of endurance: pain, denial, and alertness.As he had risen back to his knees to show her, his face was at a perfect angle for her to kick him again, and again, and again. She had powerful leg muscles, with all the enhancements women had developed for. I’m used to having an active social life and happen to have a lot of friends many of who are girls. I have one principle in life. I never take advantage of a person just because they are drunk.I happened to meet up with a good friend Sheena (name changed). She was in her 3rd year at a reputed medical college in Mangalore. She happened to be in town visiting her parents. We spoke over the phone and decided to meet up for lunch at a restaurant in Manipal.To my delight, Sheena had got another girl.