She is beautiful, and hot, and now she is wet and waiting for you to use her.”“You’re very welcome and thank you.” Scott took up the slack in ...ina’s leash and led her out of the locker room and further down the dark hallway. They came out into a large, high-ceilinged room. There were several dozen people milling about, mostly in pairs or small groups. Nina could see many naked women, generally collared and cuffed like herself. There were also several women wearing severe black outfits, usually. I really hadn’t tried to pick out any of the girls in particular; at various stages of the song I would look at one, then later look at another.“That was well done, everyone,” Phil said. “Your suggestions were perfect, Allison, damn, I think we’ve now got ourselves an official choreographer, too!”“Well, it’s something that’s been lacking,” Allison said. “Let’s take a ten minute break, and we’ll start on Brown Sugar.”“So, who was it you were thinking about fucking as you were singing that song?”. On the other hand, we could have gotten much dirtier, and just think of the stories then.“It’s easy to see what I missed out on,” Scott says eying me up and down. I examine my tan and admit it is not the best I’ve looked, but he begs to differ. I think he is imaging my tits from the last picture I sent a few months ago. It's the one where I was on my back and had them squeezed together while the camera took shots from overhead. “Me, on the other hand,” he continues, “I just put on any old. Of course, we were getting in the mood to fuck every second. Feeling my cock getting hard and then losing its tenacity to get hard again repeatedly, I asked Jack that I needed to fuck now and asked him to get in on the bed. Jack did not have to insist much because we had fucked in the balcony many, many times by then. The nearest apartment for anyone to see us fucking was across the Hudson River in New York City and that too if he had a good zoom lens available to his binoculars. We knew that.