I dropped to my knees spent, whilst her partner rolled away with a satisfied smile on his face. “You don’t think that I am done with you yet, do y...u?" she said, raising herself onto her knees. “Lie on the bed. I want to know what your tongue feels like, and I want you to taste me." How could I argue? I lay on the bed and she straddled my face, her pussy dripping juices onto my face. As she lowered herself onto my mouth, the smell of her sex was already beginning to excite me again, and I could. Made me feel ... valued, I suppose.”The older – though none-the-less good-looking – woman slowed, stopped the machine, and stepped off. “I should shower,” she commented.“Would you like some help in the shower?”She looked at Bill consideringly. “You’re offering?”“I am. Or, if you prefer, one or both of my fiancées will.”“I’m okay with girls, but I much prefer men.” She turned and headed for the shower in her cell, followed by Bill. The girls fell in behind and sat on the bed when the other two. She brushed my clit.I exploded.I squealed around my brother’s big dick, sucking hard. Waves of delight washed through my body and splashed over my mind. I drowned in them. They swirled over my thoughts as I squealed through my rapture. I trembled there, sucking hard on my brother’s cock.“Las’s big dick!” he growled.His cum erupted. Hot jizz pumped into my mouth. I gulped down my brother’s incestuous seed as I rode the tide of bliss rushing through my body. The rakshasa-slave licked up my pussy. It took me a fewseconds to realize what I had said. I started laughinghysterically, too. "But we have tonight," she said. Shestifled her laughter and said, "Yea, it is strange. But I'malways so busy either inside my apartment or outside doingsomething that I'm never around the building grounds. And Ihave my own elevator, too." You have your own elevator?" I asked. That sounded bizarreto me."Yea, I live in the penthouse at the top, on the tenthfloor," she said. "The only way to get up there is.