. DON’T... NO... OOOOOOOOOO!”Quentin paused. There was no hurry. Anyway, he was enjoying the moment. “I could give you the lot in one, slave,”...he said, “if I felt like it. So think yourself lucky!”However, from the horrible sounds Simone was making, she obviously did not consider this her lucky day.Another inch...Another shrieking cry... and even more desperate.“Think yourself lucky it’s not Cassim’s prick,” said Quentin, “he’d be in far more of a hurry...Another inch...Simone’s shrieking began. The sound of women laughing and talking filled the living room and family room. Tasha grabbed a glass of champagne off the buffet and gulped it, taking a deep breath before she cleared her throat.No one heard her of course. "Hello!" she called over the noise of the crowd. Still, nothing. She raised her voice as loud as she could. "Who wants to have the most total body, toe-curling orgasm of their life?"The room went quickly silent, twenty pairs of blinking eyes on her, now. The women from the. I try to extend my tongue pushing it all the way into your vagina. I try to insert it as far as I can moving it round and round. I can feel you starting to come. Your legs are wrapped around my neck and over my shoulders. You start to squeeze my head between your legs tighter and tighter. Suddenly I feel a burst of liquid spraying into my face. The flood of your juices is more than the water of the pool but I keep licking and drinking it up until you push me with your legs into the pool. You. No Nick in sight. I pull into the lot and try to hide my car. But there is no good place to hide. I start back out of the driveway when a black very hot sports car pulls in. I try to see if I can see the driver. But the side windows are smoked and I cannot make out who is in the car. I wait for the car to pass. The car pulls in and then leaves. I wait a few minutes and leave. I need to go to the restroom. I drive down the road to the first gas station and pull in. I rush past the clerk. He is.