‘Because now you have agreed, there will be no turning back. You will be my pussy slave.’She turned around and leaning with her hands against the ...hest of drawers, presented her backside. ‘Let’s see what you’re really made of; I want you to lick my asshole!’I’d never even contemplated licking her asshole, not even in my wildest fantasies. Kneeling behind her I smothered the flesh of her buttocks with kisses. ‘That isn’t good enough!’ she sneered. ‘I SAID I WANT YOU TO LICK MY ASSHOLE! Get. This worked and soon all three couples were kissing and shortly afterwards taking off there clothes.Whilst not being obvious Sal glanced across at Terry whose body was totally hairless but otherwise that of a normal male. However his face was made up tastefully and he had long perfectly styled chestnut brown hair that most girls would desire.Sal and Margaret were kissing and fondling but Margaret was clearly as keen to see how Terry and Nicola were getting on as well. Terry had been a lit. If I told you have an attitude, you have one and you better get rid of it. You understand me? Yeah. I sat down and watched him look at me. He would look at you and either think of what else to say to you, or he would wait for you do something wrong. What do you mean Yeah? Speak proper English. It was really random, and I almost wanted to laugh at how dedicated he was at pissing me off. Yes, sir. I wasnt the kind of teen to have an attitude, and Id rather shut him up. So Jamie comes five minutes. I'm sure you would understand that, sir." "Look, have you seen my wife or not?" Steven shot back, now unnerved by the attendant's suggestive banter. The man seemed suddenly older. A mixture of arrogance and amusement filled his eyes, but his face looked tired, aging years in the few minutes they had spoken. "I'm sorry sir. I must have been mistaken," he answered, with a knowing smile. Steven pushed by him and fled into the hallway. The warm glow of the wall sconces was now extinguished, leaving.