”“Trace, please don’t fight me on this,” Marty pleaded.She looked at him, then at me, then back at him and smiled. Tracey and I stayed for a f...w hours, talking about things that had transpired in our lives over the past five years that we’d more or less been totally out of touch. The more we talked, the emptier I realized that their lives were. Everything revolved around maximizing sexual pleasure, with everything else - family, careers, money, the future - taking a back seat to the quest for. " Then she hugged herself to him. "But, I will do it when you like, until my body is whole again."Harlen stroked her hair again, and put his other hand on her back. "Hardly seems fair." He said absently. "For you to serve me thus, and I cannot please you as well."Hyandai looked at him with her head slightly tilted. "Can you not? You pleased me quite adequately last night." She said. "I have no complaint on that count." She stood up, and started putting her loincloth back into her skirt. Harlen. Soon, one lucky client would get laid onstage as part of the upcoming main performer’s stage act. The other customers would watch from the gallery while the cocktail waitresses released their pent-up lust. Ned unburied his head from beneath Farrah’s bodice and pressed her upright in his lap. ‘Let’s get out of here’ he suggested. ‘Yes’ she agreed. Farrah unsaddled from her man. Her panties were soaked. Ned’s fly was damp and shiny with her vaginal dew. She helped Ned up and he turned to tow her. ”I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to crawl inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the head and interrupted me.“Okay, sweetie, you are doing just fine,” she praised me. “Do you see the little hard knob protruding from a little hood at the top of my slit?”I nodded, yes. Helga’s accent was still driving me crazy. I thought I was going to cum just listening to her talk.“Okay, Precious, I want you to lightly kiss that little.