Now old Sal’s nobody’s. Except when her son’s conscience allows her to spend a week with him in sunny Spain. Motormouth Mikey was never a friend...of mine but he had his uses. Last time was just over five long painful years ago. I had a bank deposit vault that I had my eye on, where I was minded to max out the credit by making multiple withdrawals. Now, in the right hands an oxy-acetylene torch is to steel plate safe boxes what surgical stainless steel is to cancer tumours. Motormouth Mikey came. I guess I hesitated before answering no. She looked at mewith a questioning look in her eye?"So you have never been with a girl?" No," I responded, feeling more confident."A boy, then?"I thought back to the one experience, but didn't get a chance to answer."So you have been with a boy! I knew it! Are you gay?" No, it's nothing like that!" I could feel my eyes tearing up as Iremembered that humiliating evening."Then what is it like? Tell us about it! We have all told about our firsttime." Ok,. Other men gathered round Claire. Six or seven of them were standing around her head and began to slap their cocks on Claire's face as she continued to suck the hard cock in her mouth. Another two guys standing by her side began to rub their cocks on Claire's erect nipples. Still other men groped and fondled Claire's flesh wherever they found it - her belly, her thighs, her legs.Claire was now firmly held down on the table, her ankles and wrists held tightly, her legs and arms spread eagled. He let out a moan that let me know it was time to take him all in, so I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and took him all the way down my throat gagging gently. His moans got louder and faster, but he asked me to stop and take a break so he could focus on me, and finally see more than a fleeting glimpse of what he saw earlier. He picked me up by my waist, and sat me on the counter, spreading my long legs open so he could finally get a good look. What he saw was a bare, tight, slippery.