When he reached my bra, his hands continued moving upwards to remove my shirt, while his mouth lagged behind, kissing whatever skin was left exposed. ...e sat with legs crossed when he pulled me on top of his lap. His length was perfectly nestled between my cloth covered folds, his hands roamed all over my back, through my long dark brown hair. He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck for his mouth to feast upon. I felt his free hand unclasp my bra, pulling it gently. “You know I wasn’t asking, don’t you?” Jason replied, adding “get yourself some lubricant, Vaseline will do, it’s will be fine, I’ve done plenty of virgin asses”.Tracey pulled herself up and looked at her black Adonis and to my astonishment said “Ok, you’re the boss”.“Are you telling me that your lame husband never fucked this pretty arsehole?” Jason said slapping her reddened buttocks as she got up and wiggled her way to the bathroom, to return with a tub of something in her hand, a cheeky. From the last gift I knew it was another piece of erotic jewelry. I had a look online and saw that many women wore a similar piece around their waist with the trail between their legs and the pendant resting on the clit. The images of the women in the erotic jewelry was turning me on. I was soon rubbing my clit and my other hand was mashing my tit roughly. I was excited about tomorrow and wearing my new jewelry. I wished there was some way I could say thank you to M and show my gratitude. The. "I think you must be right" I said. Wondering if I looked as lost as him. We turned our heads toward the bartender. She looked very pleased. "So you like my drink don't you?" She said. We both nodded our heads in unison. "Then you wouldn't mind haveing another one, would you?" "No we wouldn't" We said. "Right about now you boys look like you would do just about anything I wanted you to do." With that she put the two new drinks in front of us. She had already made them up, it was almost.