But you feel, everything, their bodies close to yours, their hands manipulating your form, spreading your legs, and gently nudging you to roll over......ou’re unsure for a moment, but then an aftershock of the last climax shivers through you, and you begin to turn over. As you turn you feel one of their strong athletic bodies slipping underneath you, you feel his presence millimetres from your face, your lips... You close your eyes and kiss his soft, warm lips, and feel his strong length press. She was beautiful, at any age. She was a sight to behold. I lost my breath as she looked in my direction. I’m not sure, but I believe we made eye contact. I felt my face blush as I looked at my feet. I didn’t want this lovely woman see that I still turned red like a school child. I looked up, sure that my true face color had returned. She was still looking in my direction. My breath, again, left me. She was, indeed, looking at me. I didn’t know what to do. Should I approach her, should I. On the third floor the layout was completely different. There was a common area which was decorated like a luxurious bar. Dim lighting, leather lounge chairs. Men were seated in chairs with drinks, and slaves all around. None were on the furniture. Blackie whispered. “You are never to sit on a chair or couch here. Always sit on the floor with your legs tucked under you and leaning back on your heels. Hands resting on lap. This is a slaves lounge. A place where the members come to socialize and. I could feel her muscles contract then relax around my cock. There was no need for me to have another orgasm. The feeling of power I received from driving her wild will suffice for now. This girl was not going to forget this fucking for a long, long while."I tenderly caressed her shoulders, back and legs. "It's okay baby, all over now!" Larry just had to show you what a man could do." Mmmmm, Oh lover!... You are DA MAN!" Kelly cooed, her face still turned to the floor as she spoke. Her voice.