At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman, her golden-brown hair piled in perfect curls on top of her head. Her reddened lips curved around the t...in lip of a crystal glass, letting the wine touch her tongue before swallowing it down. ‘Mistress? He’s here.’ Withers gasped when he recognized the woman who cast dark eyes on him. ‘Hello, Withers.’ ‘Cassia!’ ‘Are you hungry?’ Withers sat, his eyes still locked onto her. ‘Cassia, I don’t understand.’ ‘There’s nothing to understand. The answer is. I explored the mushroom head at the end of his mighty shaft. He seemed to enjoy everything I did. I finally decided I was not going to be shy and I just started concentrating on getting him off. His cock was bigger than mine, so his load should be, too, right? I rubbed up and down. I wrapped my hand around it and twisted as I went up and down. I played with his hairy balls that were tightened up toward his body. He started to lift his body to give me easier access, the same way I did. "She looked at him and yelled, "Oh my god! What's his name? Do I know him? Can we do it today? I'm more then ready!"Robert then told her it was their friend Barry. He also told her that he told him to stop by the house around four pm so Natasha and Barry could plan things.Robert kissed Natasha, and left for work. His cock was already getting hard in anticipation of what would happen around 5 pm that day.Natasha could hardly wait. She tried relaxing watching television and reading the newspaper,. Mark laughed at her and blushed and brushed against her, knocking her just enough off balance that she fell onto her bed. She pushed her luggage aside and fluffed her hair as she lay back. “Ah,” she said, “It feels good to be back in my own bed.” “Oh, whose bed have you been in recently?” Mark said, continuing to grin. “My bed at school, silly. Well, in more than one, actually, but whose have you been in? Or rather, whose pants have you been in? It’s all over your face.” “I’ve been dying to.