"That is the last time you will waste all that precious cum. Understand?" If you insist!" Oh, I insist." Lifting cum soaked fingers to her mouth, she ...ucked them clean. "Until tomorrow." she said, blowing me a kiss.Her lights went out and I went back to work, mythoughts drifting away from Asia today and wandering toward Morgan tomorrow.I watched as Morgan got dressed for school the next morning. She knew I was looking and put on quite a show. I, in turn, showered and shaved and went about my. .. sure." He replied, embarrassed by the nervous tone of his own voice.Sara turned around to look at him, standing with her hands nervously pinching at the sides of her nightshirt. "Mark... I was just wondering... I mean..."Mark could easily see the anxiety in her face, her skin slightly flushed."What I mean is... ummm... do you think... uhh... " Sara paused again."Yes?" Mark asked, trying to relieve her tension."Well, how often do you think about sex?" She finally blurted out."How often do I. “Here. One for the road,” he said, handing her the glass and extending another to take the dry cleaning.“Oh,” she said, awkwardly handing the bundle to him, and taking the glass of water. Normally, she would not have taken any beverage from a strange man, least of all Mr. Burgess. But just as the thought of him had begun to arouse her, other strange things had been happening. As the months had gone by, each time she visited him she felt more and more compliant with his offers of inviting her. "It wasn't only about being with two strange men that made the sex so good or the fact both of the guys were really hung, but Arnie, having sex for lunch really turned me on."I suggested another swingers party. I thought it would great to host it at our house. "Yes, Arnie, but I have a better idea," she said. "I want a gang bang. I want a half dozen strangers to fuck me, one in each room." How are you going to find six volunteers without having another disaster like with that guy Taylor?" I.