This time, however, the footsteps don't go towards the urinals. I look up and see a fantastic hunk of man walking past me towards the second toilet. H... looks at me as he passes. He is tall and very well built--obviously someone who lifts weights regularly--and is good looking, too. As he looks at me, I notice his eyes drop down to get a look at my crotch. Did I notice a slight nod at me as he checked me out? He enters the next stall and turns around, beginning to unbuckle his belt and open his. I didn't have to wait long before he slid his hands on either side of my head and started rocking his hips into my face. And I'd be lying if I said my pussy didn't get extra wet watching his head roll back whenever I swirled my tongue along the underside.After a bit, we took a breather and tried to resume non-sexual activities and conversation. But, like I said, I had already crossed the point of no return. So when I started to clean myself of my juices, of course it turned into me playing with. He moves around the counter, separating us and our friends, as he continues making dinner, slowly pushing in and out with his big man meat, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I try to help him make dinner, but the pleasure from getting my ass railed, and the knowledge that our friends were right across from us, made it hard to be discreet. I struggle to contain a moan of loss as he pulls out right before I get off. Thank god our friends are exceptionally oblivious, or else I’m sure. She wore an emerald satin orsilky long gown just like the other two. She sat on the opposite side ofthe sofa from me."Hungry?" she asked."Yeah, a little."She reached behind her and rang a small bell. Almost immediately anothertall, muscular man walked in. I noticed he was barefoot. They all were."Ben, be a sweetheart and make Phil here one of your great omelets.Bring the usual fixings as well." Yes, Mistress," he obeyed and left."I suppose you are wondering what I was doing up there," she.