But, I realized that Master John was sharing me with other members of the club. I could tell by the way the voices echoed that I was back in the mai... room of the club. I could hear a number of chair legs make a scratching sound on the concrete floor and realized that an audience was assembling. Master John did not say anything but I felt my wrists being cuffed again and then being pulled over my head. My arms were pulled taught until I could feel myself being pulled up onto my tip. "I then said, "Holy shit, I had no idea that you suspected my motives! But I have to tell you that I really feel like we have become good friends and I hope that my sucking your dick won't change that. To tell you the truth, I had mostly forgotten about trying to suck your cock, but when you started the conversation about needing a blow job, I just couldn't resist."Malcolm smiled and said, "Look, I can tell that you are sincere in what you say, but I can also tell that you really love sucking. When we got in the house, she said she need a drink and asked if I needed anything.“Scotch if you have any.” I said.As she set off to get the drinks she asked me to sit, not being rude I did. She came back in a few moments with two glasses and a bottle scotch. As she set it down she began pouring the glasses. She handed me a drink, and sipped her own. “Do you mind if I change? I feel I look terrible.” She said looking shyly away. “Not at all, even if you don’t mind me saying, you look stunning. Clark pulls your pencil skirt up above your knees and I lick my lipsShe smiles and says "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" She slides onto your knees and gently stroke my cock in your hands. Again, my cock twitches at your touch. Ms. Clark leans forward and slide her tongue around the head of my pulsing cock. She slides her mouth over my cock its head enlarges even more. She sucks on it greedily sliding her mouth up and down the shaft. I moan gently with every stroke. As she speeds up.