"Here's the deal. Bob has given you to us for awhile. You're to do anything we want. You understand that don't you?" Yes," I said. "What do you want m... to do?" I was very excited and I know I was breathing hard as I asked."For right now, we just want you to walk around and get to know everybody. Be friendly. Have a drink. How about one of your 'lemonades?'" he asked. Eric knows how I like Vodka Collins, I call them my "lemonades." But remember, you can't cum until Bob tells you to. You're just. Quickly drying off, I watched as she stepped into the tiniest panties I’d ever seen and slipped a thin chemise over her heard before strolling seductively into the bathroom to apply her makeup. ‘Smith, party of two, we have reservations at 8:00.’ I told the maitre d’. ‘Right this way monsieur’, he replied. ‘I have a nice table by the window.’ Our eyes met across the table and locked in tight embrace. I peered deep into her soul. ‘I love you,’ I whispered. Her soft smile said everything that. He wanted a 69er on his sofa, he had been eyeing up my cock which was a little longer and fatter than his. I layed back and he wasted no time in sicking me and using saliva to work a finger into my butt while I wanked his cock while licking licking his helmet. He then invited me to lay down and he began oiling me up and rubbing my shoulders and legs then worked up to my bum and began letting a few stray hands going nearer my crack. I opened my legs and pushe my butt up to make it clear what I. You will love this.’ She sucked softly on his member until it was back to full staff. The olive oil came next. Francis drizzled it generously onto his 10 inch uncut cock. Patrick gasped as she rubbed it onto his skin. A slow, sensuous hand job followed. Over the course of half an hour, Francis’s hands on the long rod brought Patrick to several hills of pleasure without ever pushing him over the crest. ‘Please,’ Patrick begged, ‘start the anal.’ ‘All in good time. Your balls are next. Then we.