Tomiko's evening had been by far the most enjoyable of any of us—that was for sure. Even the journey from the airport to the hotel was a trial. None...of us knew our way round New York. We didn't know anything about having to buy tokens or whatever for the subway. We didn't know where the subway lines went. First of all we detrained (as they say in America) at 54th Street East on Lexington Avenue. It was only after an hour or so of wandering about hopelessly lost in a district that was a lot. "What you aren't embarrassed to have a dick in your mouth, but shaking your ass bothers you?" I asked. "Alright. You can stop shaking you little tight ass, and get over here and start licking my balls."He climbed on the end of the bed and started licking my balls. Sucking and fondling while occasionally looking up at me to see my reaction to his work.I stroked my hard dick, enjoying myself as he worked tirelessly on my balls."Good work you little whore, you make an excellent cocksucker. I. "I believe it." Why?" I asked."Because as her son, you can do something I cannot," he told me. "Something that makes you very special to every incubus." Let me guess," I said putting a finger over my lips. "I've got the biggest cock and all of you love a Saturday night cornholing! I really hate to disappoint, but it's not my thing."He looked up at my window again."Any succubus can make a man into an incubus, Miguel," he said. "But we are mules." Excuse me?" We cannot turn a woman into a. Her movements grew frantic, and I thought she might come any moment. Instead, she pushed my head away. I looked up at her with surprise. “Don’t worry, little slut,” she growled at me, “we’re not finished.” She headed to the bed again. Robert had propped himself up against the headboard with some cushions. His cock was once more hard and erect, and he watched the proceedings with obvious delight. I had completely forgotten about Lydia’s presence. She didn’t let the opportunity to get a close-up.