I liked it a lot.After my bowl of cereal I phoned The Judge. “Good morning,” I said over the phone to the man who answered.“My God Ed, do you kn...w what time it is?” he asked.“Of course, It’s 9AM. I’ve already walked three miles, had a shower and breakfast,” I explained.“Well good for you. What is so important that you have to wake me in the middle of the morning,” he complained.“I could use your help today. Can you get dressed and be at the Car Wash by 11AM. I need to hire you and your car for. Then you won’t get any yummy orgasms.”“I love winning!” Becca clapped.“I know you do,” I grinned, taking a deep breath as our limo pulled into the driveway before the Museum, approaching the drop off point. Spotlights danced through the skies. Banners hung on either side of the museum’s grand entrance, proclaiming the name of the event. “Okay. And remember, you’re my mistresses tonight. Right? Not my wives.”“Because polgummy is not legal,” Nicole nodded. “But it should be.”“Maybe it will be,” I. There is much to be said for a liberal arts education.All the arrangements to receive training from America’s two sex queens were made during those six weeks.It was on to New York.I suspect you readers are not really interested in how I spent two weeks in the hands of the world’s leading domantrix learning, shall we say, to give and to receive, but I will tell you a little about it anyway.Andy and I flew into Newark, now New York City’s leading airport, grabbed a limo, and rode into Manhattan.. His cock, hard and beautiful, beckons me to take it in my mouth. I lick the underside of his cock and he stirs again, yet, doesn't wake up. I become even bolder. I suck his cock into my mouth and hear him moan. I look up, but his eyes are still closed. I smile and begin to bob my head up and down as I suck his cock. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and he emits a groan. I take him back into my mouth and bob my head, enjoying the way his cock feels against my tongue. I let my teeth.