You start to do the same and as your hands get high up my back it causes me to lift my arms and for you to take off my shirt. You lean in and start to...kiss along my neck, down to my shoulder as your fingers dance along the sides of my abs. As you make your way back up to my lips we slightly part mouths as our tongues seem to dance and play with each other in a serious of swirls and massaging. Not wanting to be the only one topless I slide my hands from your hips softly removing your shirt and. Now some might think this is an easy assignment, but..."I told you I wanted cherries, not grapes!" screeched a harsh girl's voice. The voice had the kind of sound that causes most sane males to take up residence in another land, or maybe another plane of existence for their sanity's sake and manhood."Madam, I have told you time after time, cherries are out of season so are not available this time of year." Her cook was sweating and just about ready to quit this job. He would only be the fifth. Just like the first time I took him and blackmailed him and the first time I ever touched a man or let a man tough me. Clearly, John was my number #4 slut crawling in front of me naked, with painted toenails red polished, collar and leach and me spanking and swatting his tight ass. His cock hard and balls full. I first let him to his bedroom and opened the door. I walked ahead of him pulling him to the bed and told him to "EAT THAT PUSSY BITCH" she dived into the pussy he was married to. “Hopefully laying next to you, sexy” I said. “You always have a sexual remark ready to come out, don’t you?” Chris joked. I said “You look nice, looking ready to come out for me.” “I am starting to regret choosing to walk to the party with you.” Chris said. While turning onto the cul-de-sac I see the house. “Well we’re here” Chris says. “Yep,” I reply “Might as well start this night off with a good note.” I then quickly grab Chris by his arms, holding them down, and give him a quick kiss on his.