In this room the music was reduced to background allowing the sounds of sex to reverberate clearly. Willie led me to a cubicle where a group of well m...nicured and suited men sat. “These guys wanted to talk to you personally” he said with a smile and turned quickly leaving me looking into the smiling faces of some sex hungry men. They introduced themselves and it was clear Benny was the leader of this pack. He pulled me onto his lap and started kissing and fondling me in my skimpy outfit. I. Zack was still recovering his wits as they breathed deeply in near unison. His man-meat was still tumescent but loosing hardness. Tori’s cunt was leaking Zack’s vital essence, the discharge would leave stains on the bed-sheets. They were too weary to do anything about it. They twilight dozed, fingers lazing back and forth across the partner’s sweaty skin until sleepy unconsciousness stilled their movements. Tori dreamed of her assorted lovers. Some were very capable oral artists. Her female bed. The first was why she was so quick to fuck me yesterday. I’m not bad looking and I keep in shape, but it’s unlikely a woman with her looks, her body, and her money, would ever be interested in me. She could be a slut; just being beautiful and rich doesn’t mean you can’t also be a nymphomaniac. I’ll pin my hopes on that. So now I knew where he had gone and when and with who, but not why. Beckey knew something she was not telling me. It was time to talk to her again. “Hello. She squeals and he is still going. She wonders, ‘What kind of man have I just met?’ His eyes are gazing up at her, never moving from her nether region. She softly caresses his head just as she is forced into another climax. This time his tongue comes out allowing more of her sweet juice to pour out in front of him. She goes limp, not ever having reached such a pleasure without the use of her toys and imagination. She forces him onto his back, and removes the dark blue boxers miraculously.