I try my damnedest to make it happen. Sucking hard and deep, I want to mark you and claim you as mine – a brand on your skin that you belong to me. ...’m hungry to feel your cock fill my mouth again. My tongue strokes up and around your head. It swirls along that ridge as I feel the throbbing against my lips. I plunge down and stifle a moan as your cock fills my mouth. ‘FUCK!’ I was lost. Your legs clamp over my back and your hands run through my hair. My eyes roll back. My hips grind hard,. But to have any chance at all I needed to keep up the facade. "I'm not going to jeopardize anything now, man," I went on. "I just want to give you that flash drive and get back to living again like you promised." Mm," he said ambiguously. I could take it as encouragement if I wanted, I supposed, but I knew that by now he didn't give much of a shit how I took it. In his eyes I was already as good as dead.Susan was still talking in my head, proposing wild ideas of my suddenly backhanding Cesar,. But before I started the eggs I poured a cup of coffee. I experimented with the cream and sugar and eventually I came up with a pleasant drink that once more soothed my still sore throat.I sipped my coffee while I prepared the eggs. Jeff finally came out and joined me. He tossed one of my bikinis on the table and said, "You'll wear that one today. We'll have to find you something else to wear the next time, though."He had selected my white bikini. It was plain and it was not my most revealing. “I hope you have enjoyed the afternoon so far. There has been a change of plans. We are going to have you attend a cocktail party with the remainder of our female talent. You will arrive as a group and have a round of cocktails.The girls will drift into the area a few at a time. They have been told to seduce and entertain you. As the party progresses, I want to strip these girls down to their birthday suites. I want you to ram your big cocks down as many throats as you can. I want you to fuck.