I told you lay on your stomach, for what, your curiosity aroused; the fire was roaring and a blanket lay sprawled out across the floor, I heard you si...h as you laid in front of the roaring fire. A few moments later I was dripping hot oil from your neck to your toes; you moaned, the warmth of the oil on your skin.My hands began to massage and caress your every curve, you moaned again, turn over, you turned and I drizzled the oil again from head to toe and began massaging and working my fingers. "Finger my clit," she panted as she ground her pelvis on my face. I reached over, my middle finger drawing circles around the emerging button. "Yes! Right there! ... Ohhh! ... Fuck... Don't stop!." Her eyes half closed, her grip on my cock tightening, she was on the verge of orgasm. I kept stabbing my tongue inside her freshening cunt, my fingers strumming her clit. She stiffened, her thighs clamping tight to my head, her breasts flushed, the rictus of orgasm on her face while her body shook. "Hey John, remember me telling you that my wife wants to have another encounter with a woman? You know she really loves the taste of a woman." Oh fuck, Jim, you're making my dick hard just thinking about watching them."I tapped Kathy on the arm, looked back at the men, and whispered, "Do you want surprise our husbands and have sex with me tonight?"Kathy almost dropped her drink, "Oh God girl, you never told me you were interested in me. I love the idea, follow my lead honey, and let's continue. A few others." Just you and your staff? Don't you get, you know, lonely?" Why? Are you volunteering?" I grinned."Well actually," he blushed, which was lovely. "I was thinking of my friend. She's always telling me how all the good, black men are either taken or gay." She's got a point." Ivan agreed."Aw, come on!" Giovanni gestured to me. "He's right here - rich, intelligent, handsome, and not taken."I had to agree. "I guess she does have a point."Giovanni looked at me, wide-eyed, then blushed.