”He took a sip of his wine, looking like he was hesitating over his next comment. “Are you tempted by it?”I assumed he was teasing, so responded...in kind. “Sure. I’ll grab the whip, you fetch the gimp mask.”He laughed, and I thought that was the end of it. But, when I looked over at him a moment later, he seemed to be lost in thought.“Why, are you tempted?” I asked.He cleared his throat and his words came out in a rush.“I mean, I knew, in theory, these kinds of parties happen, but I’ve never. Marcus lives in Washington so no luck in seeing him , i am currently writing this from my hotel in Vancouver as i am at our yearly meeting, and i am waiting for Paul , like i mentioned i have seen Paul since the first meeting and have become a slave for his huge black cock, i have only been able to meet up with him once ,the time we did meet since that night , we met chatted for a while then i just had to have him i was dripping , the image of that huge cock kept crossing my mind, once in. Had she ever called herself Amy? I had no idea but it seemed like the wrong time to question it. Amelia gave a thumbs up with another cough.“No-” - a final cough - “no worries, girl. And you,” she said, turning to Paul, “don’t you ever apologize for THAT.” She pointed at his cock, sticking up and out from his crotch, still pointed at her menacingly.“Lastly, you-” - she looked over her shoulder at Andre - “Go a bit easier when I have a mouth full of giant dick, ok?”It was tough to see in the dim. Behind me there was a slurping sound as hissister pulled her strapon out of me, the muscles in my ass clenchingreflexively as the invader was expelled. I glanced around and wasastonished at how long the dildo looked. Had I really taken all that?Miss Everett caught my look and laughed. She was still sweat-streaked andpanting from her efforts, but found the breath to say: "As I think mybrother said, it seems our clients know a thing or two. You really arequite the performer ... But don't think.