” they said, then looked at each other and giggled. “What is it?” he asked, suspiciously. “Well, um… Ariana said, nervously. “There’s a ...irl at school, and she has a bet with us…” said Adriana. “What kind of bet?” he asked, his curiosity up. “Who is she?” “Melanie Schofeld.” said Ariana. “She bet us that she could… could, um…” “She bet us she could suck a boy off better and faster than the two of us could together.” said Adriana. “I see.” he replied, smiling. “Let me guess, neither one of. Turns out he was one of thevery few she'd had besides her husband, though it had been years ago. Hubbyhad been suspicious, before his illness, and Ruth had cut Charley off.Wow. Charley was right about her wealth. The winding drive we turned into wasimmaculately landscaped and led to a 3-story mansion. Ruth met us at the door,wearing a clingy red silk dress - very sexy yet classy. The foyer was marble,with beautiful art on every wall, sculptures and huge plantings. Ruth explainedthe. I announced, "All in." Okay," he nodded, and to my surprise, he began slowly fucking himself.I slapped his ass smartly, grabbed his hips and scolded him. "That's my job, you little slut."Calling him a 'slut' was surreal, as was his subservient response, "Sorry, ma'am." He was not one for apologizing of course, and neither was I. But special occasions call for new rules, and I could tell he was really getting into our role reversals.Another rush of adrenaline at seeing my masculine man not only. She was now completely naked, with her legs spread wide and breasts being kissed and sucked by someone.They kept playing with her and parts of her body for close to an hour. And between then she had came for several times, not able to control the treatment her body was going through. And around 8.30 they stopped. Sowmya took a breath of relief. She had no energy left in her to take more, and was simply laid on the couch bearing the unbearable.At 8.30 they decided to pause for dinner. “Let’s.