The requests you made of me, the way you dressed, the glances, gestures and whispers, each one designed to determine how far was I willing to go, how ...eep was my desire for you to own my orgasms. I, on the other hand, was unsure of what all this meant. It was all new to me and I could not yet understand how to react and what would happen next. Seemingly in control of the rest of my life, in your gaze I was unsure. Things were up to chance with you. As a man I HAD to cum, it was only natural,. “That’s right,” she mocked, “you go to your shemale dick like you always do. I told you he was worthless Ellie, he’s not interested in real girls any more. Watch him now as he sucks Lela’s cock.” I took that as an instruction, and as I went over to Lela on my knees, she flopped out her hard dick so that I could inch it into my mouth.As Lela’s cock bulged inside my cheek I looked across at Jenny, who was also by now down to just her panties. Panties that were clearly housing a large dick of. The program that evening was a selection of baroque pieces and we sat back and let the music wash over us, although I must admit to being very distracted by her every movement. At one point she whispered in my ear that she was chilly then draped her raincoat over her lap and leaned close to me her dark wavy hair brushing my cheek, enveloping me with the scent of shampoo and perfume. I felt her hand alight gently on my arm and slide down to cover mine, squeezing gently as she tugged it under her. It felt so good, and I enjoyed the weight, the softness, and the warmth of her boobs. My right hand wandered down her belly to the waistband of her trousers. 'Wait,' she said and doffed the clothes, 'hope you will please my needs too.' She sat down on my legs and put her hand on my pussy. I massaged her tits as she did to mine, pinched her nipples, as my climax began to start. I slid one hand down her belly, across her pubic hair, rubbed her clit briefly and stuck two fingers in her damp pussy..