Slave,” he murmured as Julia sank down again, having shown the ‘respect’ required of her. “Now, gentlemen, which of you wants to have my Julia...first?”The two men looked at each other. Jason shrugged. “Toss for it?” he suggested.“Sure,” smiled Quentin. He liked very much the idea of Julia being tossed for. He picked up a coin from the table.“Call... Ahmed.”“Heads...”The coin fell silently to the carpet. “Tails,” announced Quentin. “so she’s all yours Jason.”Now virtually in full erection, the. I guide you inside behind me and press the close button.We embrace, intense, wanting, needing……..My hands all over you…pulling your skirt up to your waist…….your hands over my back and over my bearded face….our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues thrashing in each other's mouths……my hand holding the back of your head holding you into our kiss………..You break the hot embrace and squat in front of me. You quickly undo my belt and unbutton my chinos….they drop to the floor and my cock. Let's face it, it was John's house these days. Jill was more a guest than a member of the household. Fortunately, I happened to get waited on by a woman who was probably about 35 or 40. Her name tag said she had the same name as my mom, as did the shop. I asked her if she owned it and she told me she did. I said I was surprised she worked there if she owned it and she told me that she had worked in her shop for years and had just recently turned the day to day stuff over to someone else. She. I could feel the weight of his body almost crushing my slender frame it was not exactly unwelcome, I only wished his elbow could press into my left boob and give me some help, some pleasure. Uncle was dressed in a loose T-shirt and a dhoti, as was not uncommon among South Indians. His dhoti had opened slightly and I could see a flash of his thigh now and then. We were in the last row in the bus and there was no one else across the aisle – this emboldened me to reach into my skirt and gently.