I sensed him wondering why the brand on my back - a druidic oak key tattooed there when I was a child symbolizing my psychic heritage - was glowing in...a dark purple hue rather than the reddish brown like it usually did when we shagged. Likely this was because this fuck was going to be different – more like an adult couple savoring a dinner at Restaurant Gordon Ramsay in Chelsea than two randy virgins at McDonald’s.Then Angus entered me – slow, steady, fulling and expanding me so that my core. .oh, and suck one for me too", with a big grin.I took the long walk back home since my cash flow was running low, and Istill had plenty of time to dress, and make it to the party. Once insidemy apartment, I laid out all of my clothes that I was going to wear thatnight, took a "body shower" so as not to mess up my hair and make-up,applied body deodorant, and spritzed on a liberal amount of perfume instrategic places. Remembering, that I was ordered by my Mistress Annethat I was to be on my last. I shrugged as I tugged his jeans down with his boxers. Ryan grew ready in front of my eyes and I took him in my mouth. Move my throat. One two. Tilt my neck. One two. Roll my tongue. One two. Up and down. One two."God, you're good at this," He tangled up my hair and hurried me. Well, if he wanted the express job, it was less skin off my knees, "Get on the bed, I need to fuck you." Alright," I let go of his dick and felt the air pop as I unsealed my lips. He lifted me up by my elbows and tossed. Not sure if it was for my benefit or theirs, but she had a little more sway in here hips. She tells me that Bobby is the general contractor and should be here somewhere, and she calls out for for him. I hear a I'm here and from another room come a Bobbie, not Bobby. Now in my mind their is no woman hotter than my Barbara, but Bobbie is in the running. She's tall like Barbara, but thin, thin is a good way. I'd guess about 125 pounds perky B cup tits, tight body, narrow hips with a bubble ass..