I was writhing out of control, trying to force his cock deeper inside me, but he only pushed so far inside and no further. I felt my head growing hot ...nd the need inside me felt like a crazed bird fighting to get out. “Master, please fuck me hard. I need you. I need you.” Master grasped my ankle and flipped me over. He pulled me off the bed so that I was bent over it. I pushed my hips up and he pressed his cock all the way inside me. The pressure on the plug was intense and I groaned deep. She's that kind of chick."Wait, wait, wait. Threesome? As in you take multiple dick, that kind of threesome? As in, I see the other dude naked, that kind of threesome?" I typed."Yeah. It's obvious you want to fuck me. It's just skin. And he knows you do." She typed back.Subtle. Real subtle."Wouldn't it be awkward?" I typed, with an uneasy feeling of saying yes. Not long after that..."We talked about it. Y'all can go over what's off-limits." The message said back.I pondered about this for a good. The girls get employment, without being exploited or diseased, their customers get value for money and not AIDS, and the state gets some revenue. Everyone is happy, except for gangsters, pox doctors, and feminists.The Copper Kettle was at the forefront of technology when it came to customer service. Each table had a telephone, with which you ordered your drinks, and anything else you fancied that was on the menu. I picked up the phone; the light on my table came on, as did my table's indicator. I was getting all the bad thoughts in my mind, but I decided to keep them away. I brought two glasses, a bottle of scotch from inside, and poured it into two glasses.We were enjoying our drinks, and at the same time, we were even talking about each other. She asked me if I had any girlfriend, to which I said no. She told me how much her kids and husband miss her. In between, she would even crack non-veg jokes and used stuff like pussy and dick.I knew she was getting drunk. Suddenly her husband.