Sometimes the men had the cunt lay on her back and masturbate for their amusement, sometimes the men enjoyed slapping the cunts tits, if someone was h...ving a bad game it was their consolation to use the item of their choice to beat the cunt’s ass - one man in particular enjoyed using a cane on cunt, when he was having a bad night he would tell the cunt to get the cane she would be trembling as she crawled back into the room with the cane in her mouth, he always gave the cunt at least 10 strikes. ’ And then he said something equally stupid in the form of a compliment and his voice was sort of low and I realised he was standing a little too close for comfort. I say a little too close but it was actually a LOT too close because his leg was touching mine and it was, yeah, basically too close. Anyway, so I finally finished my wine and he took the glass off me and then he kind of paused. His face was somewhere above mine and I was telling myself not to look up but I could smell his. When the instructions are finished you calmly reach for the back of my head. Threading your fingers through my hair, and pulling me toward you. My tongue reaching out to you. Parting your lips before my skin ever touches you. Holding my head you pulls me in and out of you. Then holding me still so I can work my own magic. Laying the flat part of my tongue against your clit, and licking upward. Forcing you apart, and tasting your excitement. The tip making small circles around your opening.. Now it was time for what we told ourselves we were going to do. I put my hand around his cock, it felt so different than mine, and brought my head close. The shape of the head made me think about how it was built to push aside flesh and to penetrate. I moved my head closer and found I was shaking, it seemed so wrong to be doing this but it felt so good. I touched the head with my tongue and felt Jay's rapid heart beat. Then, since that wasn't so bad, I wrapped my lips around the head. Jay.