It was not long and I could feel my nuts start to tighten up, and I said to Shannon, honey I am about to cum. She just sucked on it harder. Soon I e...ploded in her mouth, leaving her with my deposit. She gobbled it all up not letting any go to waste.She moved up on me and gave me a big kiss passing some of my cum back to me, which I swallowed. She said that was a snowball. She then cooed in my ear asking just how did that feel? I just moaned and kissed her back, I was still on fire, and. "On your knees, slut," she commanded me, in my native tongue. She spoke with the accent of the city in which I found myself a slave, but her command of the language was excellent. I sank to my knees in terror, hoping to be found pleasing. She kicked my knees even further apart, calling attention to my helpless openness. "Another cheap slut like the rest," she said, apparently for my benefit. She grasped me by the hair and pulled my head down to the floor, where I, unbidden, began to lick at her. She must have started to get turned on by the flirting that Stuart and I had been doing with her that afternoon, and I’m sure the anticipation of seeing me that evening had kept her on a high, and the feeling of me touching her body, and her touching mine, must have aroused her even more, because although the shower had removed any juices from her outer lips, as my fingers entered her I could feel that the wetness inside had remained. The fluid leaked out of her down her crack. Only then did. Emma and I had been friends for a while and neither of us was into vanilla flirtation when it was possible to talk about oral sex or the fashion for pubic shaving. She had a boyfriend, a DJ and the kind of nice, personable guy you might wish on a friend. Anything other than friendship was out, so we were left with a knowing understanding without sexual tension.The night club we finally settled on was not my choice, the kind where truly desperate men pretended to be attracted to truly desperate.