“I have to say I was.”By then the women were back with little grilled cheese sandwiches, and black olives, and sweet pickles, as well as baby carr...ts and Liebfraumilch, which Julie explained each woman could have just a taste of since the carrot juice was so positively awful.It was while they were eating that Julie said, “It’s just such a lovely night, why don’t we all jump in the hot tub?”Josh agreed enthusiastically and Jasmine thought it was a great idea too. Brad looked a little. Ablow job was still a job, after all.This was nothing new to him. He was no stranger to a beautiful womanrunning her mouth up and down his cock. Licking the tip while she treatedhis dick like it was the best Popsicle she had ever had. He was just usedto grabbing on to their hair, but that didn't signal enthusiasm when theywere wearing a wig.They had both been easy projects. His boss gave him the assignment at thestart of the month and here at the end of the month, he had tuned twoscrawny. She smiled and replied “Yeah, I know just the place; it’s just down the street.” We left the gallery and walked down the street, thankfully a downhill slope, my large folio case, though lighter than an hour before was awkward and laden with many samples still. As we got to the café and entered I noticed the comfortable setting, about thirty tables randomly located in the large room, and small booths along each side. We stood watching for a table or booth to open up, as even in. I have licked the pre-cum off myself often enough to recognise the taste. I could feel it sticking to my tongue. I tentatively parted my lips, sucking gently, hoping to savour that sweet, sticky liquid but it became quickly clear someone wanted a lot more. Hands grasped my head and with a push, this man's cock entered my mouth. Other than perhaps squeeze the man's balls I made no movement, certainly nothing to suggest I wouldn’t comply. I don’t think there was any conscious thought about.