"She doesn't mind sharing you. Does she?" Monica would not share me with anyone."Monica swelled with pride. Ramone was resisting her.Maria smiled and ...rabbed the erection through his pants. "But you'll fuck me, won't you? Even if it breaks your girlfriend's heart." Y-Yess," he hissed. "I can't say no to you."Maria leaned back on the bed. "Then take off your clothes."Ramone's hands trembled as he pulled off the green scrub top, and the t-shirt underneath. He fumbled with the drawstring on his. "Ok, I'll do it, but..." No buts," I interrupted. "You either get on your knees and lick my balls and do exactly as I tell you, or you leave."Slowly she went to her knees and took my cock in her hand, lifting it so she could lick my balls. Her tongue felt great on my nutsack and I moaned with pleasure. She looked up with those gorgeous blue eyes and I knew she was enjoying it. I could also tell, by the way she kept trying to look over her shoulder that she was checking to see if anyone was. I poured us each a glass of wine and admired her. She was in her 40’s with red heels, black nylons, red skirt that stopped mid thigh, she had a while blouse that covered her arms and the bottom of her neck. She wore a pearl necklace and earing's. I told her how pretty she was and I think she blushed through the thick layer of foundation. I tuned the clock radio on the night stand to some cheesy station and asked her if she would like to dance, of course she said. I put my arms on around her. This time, for preparation, all that happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my back. I was helpless. And I was wondering if she would appear, and if she did appear, if she would participate, and if she did participate, how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter what she had on top, I knew that she would wear a black merry-widow, a short corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, black opera-length hose.