I noticed Jeff cop a glance at Jen's boobs, I had done that too but more discreetly of course! I knew he would be pleased though. There were two sofas...in the lounge and we sat down on one of them. After pouring us drinks they sat on the other. From hidden speakers a gentle music played, the lights were low and they had a glorious light display coming from the hearth.We made small talk and broke the ice as the drinks flowed. Then as the alcohol started to relax us the talking and laughing became. You came. You came in my mouth. Did you like fucking my mouth?” Drew stumbled backwards and fell onto the bed. “You made me do that.” “I did,” Dana grinned, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “And I liked it.” “He liked it, too,” Cheryl said, beaming at Dana. “What do we do while he recovers?” Dana asked. “Well,” Cheryl responded, tracing a finger around Dana’s areola, “I would love to see what his come tastes like in your mouth.” “I swallowed it,” Dana replied. “I know,” Cheryl. She smells as inviting as I remember. Some small talk, a couple of drinks and lots of laughter. The conversation flows naturally, she makes me feel comfortable being myself, being open and safe.I feel her foot gently rubbing up the back of my calf, it was the same last time. She teases beautifully - I feel my cheeks starting to flush a little and I can’t help but smile. Eagerly I finish my drink, we make eye contact and no words are needed as I slide out from the booth and offer my hand for her. He smiles again as he takes a step back and looks atme. I blush in embarrassment, and turn my gaze to thefloor. He searches for something in a drawer andreturns with what I think resembles clothes lineclamps. He reaches for my left nipple and I wince inanticipation, as he squeezes the nipple with hisfingers and places the clamp on it while I am able tomuffle a scream of pain. When he clamps the othernipple, I start breathing heavily, trying to sustainthe agonizing torture.‘I will warn you.