“Do you think that would be fun?” I asked.She looked at me with her slutty expression. “If I can get your hand in, then I can get that one in to....” Somehow she was right. “I’ll buy it,” she said decidedly. We went to the sales desk where we met Triss again.“Found anything?” I asked, while Martina paid.He shook his head. “Modern porn is just joyless,” he said. “Nothing for me.” He eyed Martina’s new purchase as the assistant put it into a blank plastic bag. “Seems you had more luck,” he. Her hands stroke me, her tongue licks me and her mouth is hotter than a fucking oven. Part of me wants to pull her away and slip inside her insanely tight cunt, but the way she’s sucking me cannot be interrupted. To take my meat out of her mouth right now would be the worst kind of punishment. For both of us. And she’s just having so much fun where we are. Too much. The head of my dick is threatening to penetrate her throat, but she keeps it buried, her tongue lapping at the vein on the. Raquel asked if I wanted to see another pleasure-slave for today. I hadn’t actually planned on going upstairs with a pleasure-slave today. But Raquel, and in particular Kat, had gotten me all worked up now. Raquel and I peered out through the floor-to-ceiling window in the bar that looked out over the viewing area below, my hand still groping her ass.I spent a few minutes surveying the hundreds of ladies seated on the rising steps. There was also a touchscreen device set into a table in front. Next morning on Sunday I woke up trying to make sense of what happened, I texted her to see if everything was ok, which she answer YES. So that's that.On Monday I took the courage and go to her apartment and apologies for the actions I made on her and the lack of respect to her house and husband (at the end, he is my friend). She responded to me that everything was ok, that she never thought about cheating his husband, etc... but she kept looking me with that horny look. So immediately my head.