“I’m still waiting for an answer to my previous question.” said Michelle, impatiently “Do you like being put on display like this?”“Yes, I...do.” Carla responded quickly. She was learning that Michelle didn’t stand for any nonsense.“Tell me honestly: how does it make you feel?” asked Michelle.“Horny,” answered Carla. “It turns me on knowing that I’m exposed, vulnerable; that you’re both staring at me. It’s making me wet.”“Hmm, good answer.” smiled Michelle. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Are. The tension in my dick was unbelievable. Up and down her oiled fingers went. Down over my head, along my shaft, up my shaft until her fingers bounced over my head, and then repeated. I glanced down over the edge of the table to where the woman milking me was standing. I saw her cute feet in their black sandals. Her feet were little, with tiny toes painted light blue. I felt her hand come off my balls. The thermometer inside of me wiggled a little as the woman inserted it slightly deeper. . It was breathtaking. Long, thick, crowned with a plum colored head, veins standing out in sharp relief, it pointed toward the ceiling. I dallied too long in my admiration and I jumped in shock at the stinging slap that he delivered to the side of my face. He then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me toward his rigid shaft, ordering me to lick his cock, his balls and his thighs clean. As I did so, I tasted the pre-cum which was oozing from the head of his cock as it spread over my. I’ve missed our wild, wanton love affair, Jack.“Herb here means well, but he can’t keep up at all. Well, at least he couldn’t in the past. I gather now that he could, but I still want to be yours ... and his. Is that possible? I’d share you with all of these ladies. I’d just like you to share me with Herb,” Pamela urged me.“You’d have to share Herb, too. He’s an incubus now. They’re not known as poster boys for fidelity, you know. Demons aren’t the marrying kind, not as a general rule of thumb..