The only reaction I had was a very primal one: I had grown a massive hard-on. Fuck… what the hell…. how could I watch my little sweety fucking wit... a boner in my shorts. But it even got worse: As both girls went on, the girl on the floor had pushed a third finger into my darlings ass and was burying her face deeper and deeper into Eves pussy, I found myself jerking my dick inside my shorts. As soon as I realized what I did I pulled out my hand, but it was too late. Almost at the time my fingers. One day she asked me if I had any girlfriend, I said I do not have but would love to have her as one. Soon our chat turned towards personal and we started to talk about how I make love to my Clients. That day we chatted for about two hour making promise to continue the next day. Due to office pressure I could not log on to chat for the next few days when I logged on there were many offline messages from her, some asking were I was some what was I doing, but the last two messages left me baffled. *********************************************She soaked in a cool bathtub for most of the evening, her pussy was still sore from the pounding she had taken from Marlon's big black cock the night before, she was also trying her best to sort out the niggling problems in her life so that for her date she could be one hundred per cent focused on Seth. She tried to think back to a time when she felt like this for a guy. Her recent extracurricular activities were weighing on her mind but she found no. Now, a normal moderately financially sound person wouldn’t think of using an external comm device. Everybody who was anybody had a chip that was implanted and handled comm traffic quickly, easily and silently -- they called it a head comm. Chris was a poor student attending a school full of well funded students. She had a hand-held external device about the size of a pack of playing cards.“[beep] [beep] [beepity-beep]” said the device.Chris answered. It’s best if you answer. It’ll just keep on.