Nancy pulled the big pink dildo out of her pussy and began to lick and suck it. “I taste so good, Ronnie. How do you taste?” I raised my hand to t...e camera so Nancy could see the puddle of cum in my palm. I stuck a finger into the sticky mess and then began to suck my finger. “Ya know, Nancy, I’ve never wanted to eat my own cum before meeting you. Is this what you want me to do?” “Oh, Ronnie, that is so hot. My husband would never even think of tasting his own junk. Let me see you do it again.”. Luckily though the night was young and I didnt mind letting a smaller fish back into the sea if it meant catching a bigger one so to speak. Of course this never happened but more on that later. I spend the next few hours circulating between the bar and the dance floor where I had the chance to get a bit closer to a few more guys. But nothing ever evolved to more than a little small talk. I wasnt even drunk yet and I was actually ready to head back to the hotel and call the night a bitter. ? No lubrication was needed as itslid into its nest. Runningan extension cord to my armchair I sat down and pulled the bench over mylap.? I plugged in the two massage unitsthen slid my palms through the wide elastic straps so that they rested firmlyon the back of each hand. Atfull power they were designed for deep muscle therapy but at a medium settingthey turned my fingers into ten vibrating spider legs that I allowed to roamgently over the body stretched so tautly before me. Fromthe B cup. Ashley was dressed in her yoga outfit waiting for me. She smiled and welcomed me before knocking twice on the door. I heard the bolt get thrown and the door opened just a few inches for us to go in. There was a curtain in front of the door and Ashley told me they were all ready for me before calling out "We're coming in now".The curtain was drawn back and I found myself facing a room full of beautiful naked people, kneeling and presenting themselves to me. They all sang out "Welcome Master" at.