She had taken her bra off earlier and he damn near shot in his pants. After she had climaxed from his tit work, she unzipped him and administered his ...ery first blow job. His pecker was longer but thinner than mine and it was really full of cum.After we settled down, Vicki was concerned about how this was going with Philip. Not that she didn’t like him. She did and wanted to fuck him. It was me she was unsure about. Having two men available was a brand new situation for her and she didn’t know. . in any way."He was saying it. Those words that, up until tonight, I had wanted to hear. Now, though, it wasn't necessary. He owed me no apologies. He continued, chipping at the ice I'd sheathed myself in -- that impenetrable barrier I'd formed between us. What I couldn't find the words to do, he was determined to accomplish in his own way."During dinner tonight I remembered so many things... what you looked like naked in the moonlight, how you apologized to me after your apology in front of. ”“Two rib-eyes. Best cut you got.”“Hot date?” he said.“Kinda,” I nodded, suddenly uncomfortable.He stopped. “What does that mean?”“Dude it’s … “ then I looked at him. “It’s important.”“How important?” he prodded, but it was the prod of a friend. A man with whom you shared intimacy. There was a bond. There always is with the good ones. The good men that you connect with.“It’s the most important dinner of my life,” I said, not even considering how melodramatic that sounded.“Well … hell,” he. Two surprised occupants were just finishing their showers. Theyfinished dressing and stood back to watch. Suzanne was taken into the showers. One of the guards pushed her down to siton the cold, wet tile floor. The other left briefly, then returned with a paira leather cuffs. These were strapped around Suzanne's ankles. Then each guardgrabbed an ankle. "Give us a hand here, eh?" one of them called to the onlookers.They came over and each grasped an ankle. Suzanne was upended, lifted by her.