She waited until he was taking a sip before adding: “With a happy ending, no doubt.” He either didn’t get the reference or controlled his react...on well (the former, she suspected) because he did not cough and splutter and spit whisky all over her dress, thus depriving her of a genuine excuse to be annoyed with him. She could of course simply tell him to piss off, but that would be - to use her father’s phrase - unseemly. Certainly inelegant, she conceded, and she was a princess tonight so it. "Did you orgasm?" Doug asked, leaning forward. I thought about it,continuing to rock back and forward. "No, I don't think so. I mean, itdid feel good but not that good." But you moaned." I don't think a woman can orgasm just by guys playing with her tits,"said Barrel, sounding unsure of his own opinion. I thought about it,while it did feel good I didn't feel the 'earth move' and told the boysthe same. "Well, there's only one way to find out," said Doug."And what's that?" I asked."Let one of us. Ramón opened it and ushered her inside. The room was lit with very low lighting, was pleasantly air-conditioned to a naked temperature, smelled of jasmine, and was set up like a hotel bedroom. There was a king-size bed along with a wide massage couch. Through another open door was an en suite bathroom. Ramón said, “We are fully equipped for massage and anything that you might like to follow.” He smiled. “I think you know what I mean.” He smiled at Em again. “Our full sandalwood oil massage is. His hair was also reddish and cut short in back, but longer in the front. I found him pretty appealing. I had by then taken my own cock out of my pants and was holding it, waiting to piss. I watched as he took his long cock from his pants, and he looked over at me as he felt my eyes on him. His cock was halfway hard, but it didn’t stop him from pissing at all. He pulled on it a time or two, pushing and pulling his foreskin over its big purple head, and then pulled it back one last time and.